Robbie's Christmas Miracle

(Fairy Godmother Series)

by Donna Allyson

© 2001

  

Christmas Eve

Snow gently fell, coating the exterior world in a white blanket. It was the first snowfall of the season and came just in time to make many children pleased with the chance to use all their newly acquired Christmas gifts that they would soon receive. Christmas Eve was for most part a time of happiness and glee. Not so however for little eight year old Robbie Lambert, The one thing he wanted more than anything else would never, could never be given. As young as he was he knew that his wish was an impossible one. Each night he quietly whispered his prayer that it would happen but it never did.

Little Robbie cried himself to sleep that Christmas Eve. Again he knew that the one gift he wanted above all else would not be there. He wanted his beautiful sister back. How he missed those happy times as they played house or dress up together. He knew that she had gone to heaven and was now happy but he still wanted her back. Why, why, did you take her away God? Mommy and I prayed so hard that Robin would get well and....His question unfinished as he drifted off to sleep.

Kendra closed her eyes and felt the vibrations that told her that Robbie was again, in deep emotional pain. She was well aware of little Robbie's plight but had elected to watch and wait. It was much better to let nature take its course than to interfere unless the person's quality of life was at stake. This night however the vibrations were stronger than ever. This night the request had gone up to heaven itself.

Kendra was a earth bound Angel, humans called her kind, Fairies, one of those silent but ever watchful beings whose sole mandate was to watch after and to provide what was best for their human charges, sometimes not exactly to their liking.

Kendra was well aware of little Robbie's wish. Kendra was aware of the tragedy that had befallen the boy and his mother when his sister had died. Until now she had stayed close to the little boy, watching, waiting and giving comfort through his dreams. She had sought out the advice of other guardians regarding this child and she had been told to wait until heaven answered. It was Christmas Eve, a time when prayers were always answered if the plea was true. Kendra received the answer; she knew what she had to do.

(Author's note: Read "Making of a fairy to learn about Kendra's beginnings)

Robbie dreamed-------

"Come on Robbie, I have the tea set all set up. You can be the Mommy this time" Robin said. She stood next to the little table with her left hand on the hip of her blue jeans while holding a little pink party dress in her other hand.

"Ahh, do I have to?" Robbie replied.

"Yes you do Robbie. You know you like wearing this dress and pretending to be a girl and this is the last time I will let you wear mine." The next time you will have to have mommy get you your own dress. The girl replied teasingly.

Robbie reached for the dress from the hand of the Angel with pink wings. Robbie smiled when he noticed that Robin looked like a beautiful angel. He did not question that his sister was an angel. As he reached out and touched the dress it appeared on his body. his golden hair cascaded down his back, his legs encased in white tights and on his feet, pretty white Mary-Jane shoes appeared. He smiled at the angel that looked like Robin. "Thank you." He said. "Your welcome dear." Replied Kendra as she gazed at the child in her magical mirror.

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Time is an enigma. For the unborn it does not exist. For the dead, it stops its march forward. For the living it can be manipulated. Angels do that when it is appropriate. Even then it only affects those for whom it is intended. For all others their time remains unchanged. Kendra found that this was the solution to Robbie's problem. Just a few small manipulations of the time line of the Lambert family.

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The bus taking the children to the summer outing rolled to a stop. Luckily the driver had been going slowly due to the hill's incline. The shard of metal that punctured the front tire had not caused the driver to lose control. The shard had not been there a minute before.

The driver pulled into the emergency turnoff and stopped. The children and their chaperones exited the bus and went up onto the grassy knoll to wait. The driver had no radio on the old bus so he had to walk to find a telephone.

Janet Lambert and the other chaperones knew that it would be several hours before the bus would be repaired. The children would be disappointed about not being able to get to the lake for the swimming party but at least they could picnic and play some games in the field at the top of the knoll. It would be an adventure and not a total waste.

Robin would never be exposed to the small microbes on the skin of the toad that she would have picked up to play with. Those microbes would have eventually attacked her heart muscle destroying its functions.

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Nine years earlier------

Michael's boss had not noticed the customer's proposal package marked 'urgent response required' delivered by the courier service. That's because it had not been there earlier.

Michael's boss called and asked him to work late. Michael knew that Janet wanted to try to have another child and it was her time of the month when she would be most likely to conceive. He loved Janet dearly and had promised to come home early. They planned an intimate night alone. Janet's sister had agreed to take little Robin for the evening and had even suggested (with a knowing wink) that she keep the baby for the night. She was quite astute. When Michael called and told his wife of the change of plans she was obviously disappointed but told

Michael that she understood, she would instead plan for a late dinner.

That night, Roberta was conceived. The sperm carrying the X chromosome did its natural work. Had Michael come home early there would have been a different chromosome that would have reached its mark, one with a Y factor.

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Kendra sat back to wait. It took several minutes for the changes she had made in the timeline to take effect, especially as these changes had to rewrite quite a few years of time. The major problem was that she could not erase Robbie's memory. The prayers and wishes were too strong to be forgotten. She would have to invade his dreams again. Maybe she could plant a few suggestions that would at least change what he did remember.

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Robbie dreamed.............

"Bobbie, sit still. I can not get these curls right if you keep squirming around." Her mother commanded.

"Yes mother, but why can't I have my hair like Robin's?"

"Because dear, she has had a lot longer to grow her hair than you have, it is just not long enough. Maybe when yours has grown out a little longer I can do it like Robin's. At least you had a little longer hair than most boys and I can get it into a nice page style. There, I'm finished now lets see how you two look in those new Christmas dresses."

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The dream faded, Robbie stirred but did not awake.

"Sleep Robbie, forget, forget. Your sister never died, she is still here. Let the pain go. Your wish is going to come true. Sleep, let peace come." Robbie smiled. The pretty girl with the pink wings smiled back.

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Christmas Morning

"Come on girls, its Christmas, time to get up. I want you both dressed before you come downstairs." "Ok Mommy." The two voices said in unison.

Robin was up and into the bathroom before Bobbie even sat up. Bobbie was a little slow to arise. She lay back and enjoyed the warmth that her bedcovers offered. She tried to think. Something was not quite right. She just could not remember what it was.

Slowly she got up and sat on the edge of the bed and slid her feet into the soft slippers. Her flannel nightgown was riding high on her legs and the slightly colder air was uncomfortable. Standing up she pulled the nightgown down and reached for her bathrobe which she had hung on the bedpost. She could hear Robin in the shower so she sat back down on the edge of the bed to wait. Absentmindedly she reached for her book on model airplanes that she kept on the nightstand. She opened the book and started to flip thru the pages on doll house models. Then she dropped the book. She remembered--He remembered.

She got up quickly and went to the mirror on the dresser. She started to smile, she started to cry, her wish had been granted. "Thank you." She silently mouthed to the mirror

Robin heard her sister crying and came out of the bathroom. She went over to her and put her arm around her. "Bobbie what's the matter?" Robin asked gently stroking Bobbies long golden hair.

I'm a girl Robin. I'm a girl.

"Of course you are. What a silly thing to say. What else could you be, some yucky boy?"

"Roberta turned around and hugged her sister. No Robin, of course not. I just had a bad dream last night. I dreamt that I was a boy and that you had died and left me alone. It was horrible.

Oh Sis, how terrible. I am glad that that is not true. I don't think I could stand a bratty brother and, I will never leave you, ever.

"Me either Robin, I like being a girl and I love you so very much."

"And I love you too Bobbie." The two sisters hugged each other for longs moments, each shedding tears of happiness. Finally Robin pulled away and said; "Now hurry up and use the bathroom." We have some dreamy Christmas dresses to put on and lots of presents to open.

As young as she was, Little Bobbie Lambert knew the truth. She did not know how it had happened but she did know she had been given the most precious Christmas gift she would ever receive. "Thank you pretty Angel. I will never forget." She whispered in silent thanksgiving as she went to start her first day as her true self.

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"You're welcome Robbie. Kendra said as she observed the scene in her mirror. "Not a bad job Kendra, not bad at all. You did well on this one." The guardian angel heard the fairy queen say.

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