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Different reasons for different holidays.

Why?

'Cause they mean different things to different people.

So Christmas is different holidays?

Yep. Big mix of a whole bunch. Old religions and folklore and local traditions all mashed together. Only thing all of em agree on is it's pretty damn magic.

[The little vampire was still confused.] What is the tree for then? Why are there so many different ways?

How can it be magical?

For? It isn't for anything... The tree is the wish for eternal life--and there are so many different ways, because there are six billion plus people who all believe, each a little different than eachother.
But they all do believe in something, even if it's just in themselves, and all that mental energy... can't help but be magic.

Then why do humans put it up for Christmas if it is not for Christmas? [It was puzzling but, she did understand what she meant by humans wishing to be immortal. Father mentioned that once before he died.]

What do you mean by magic, miss?

Not everyone celebrates Christmas, but seems like most people celebrate something this time of year, and as far back as anyone knows we had trees reminding us life will go on, even if our world ends in the dark... [She blinks a bit and then shrugs]

Don't you know what magic is? I thought everyone your age did.

My family does not but I wanted to find out why people thought it was important and what trees are for. What else do individuals celebrate?

So trees mean life? [So many different things to learn. The sentence following that made her small eyebrows knit together, more things to figure out. Adults said many odd things.]

Not really. Magic is supposed to be a figment isn't it? [She met a man who could make candy appear one time and said it was magic but was it really that?]

It's important because once upon a time, people weren't sure the sun would rise and they needed to believe it would. Every wish counted back then. So now... six billion people celebrate the very scary time when The Sun might have forsaken them... and they would have starved in the cold. But mostly they celebrate eachother.

[She's probably not helping. The answers are a bit confusing]

Well, it's born of the imagination, and works through metaphor and subconscious... I guess that makes it a figment. Whatever that means.

You mean in history, miss? [She had never seen the sun but knew it was important too. The girl was catching on, give her time.]

So it isn't real. Figments means they are made up.

Yep. But a lot longer ago than just a long time ago. Way back when! But don't be silly, Nothing is real until we imagine it. Everything came from our dreams--and that's where Magic lives.

[Confusion was weaving its way right back in quickly for her.] How long?

You are confusing me, miss. Is it real or is Mother right?

I don't mean to confuse you, but it is pretty confusing stuff... I probably shouldn't fill your head with silly things. Your mother might not like that.

It is.

[Ara pulls a face and crosses her arms.] I do not care what she likes, she is not a good person. Can you tell me the truth?

Hmm. Well... I can tell you my truth. Everyone has to figure out their own truth for themselves.

Alright. [She was going to wait and see what she said. Maybe it made more sense.]

[It takes a moment of considering how to approach all this, because it's a whole, huge thing to try to talk to a kid about]

What if... your dreams were real? Or could be real. Every little dream and wish had potential. That's what it's all about. If you could just wish hard enough, those things could happen.

[She was going to get to the bottom of this!]

I know about dreams, I have some too but my family says that sort of stuff is foolish. [Except her brother when they were being nice to each other.]

If my dreams were real I would be bigger and people would not hurt each other. Magic can do that?

Yes, but you need to believe in it. You need to want it, more than anything else, and it needs to be worth everything you have.

Of course it is! I can do that.

[Mother was lying! She knew it!]

Do you have one?

Careful little one... think about that. Everything. And Everyone. The entire world could die if you wish hard enough.... Is that okay? That's magic. That's what magic can do.

I do not anyone to die anymore.

[She sort of wished it had been Mother instead of Father but maybe it was bad to wish that.]

Why would everyone die because I wished they would not hurt each other anymore?

Wishes are... the world, bending to one person's desire. Their wish. The world has to change, and to make that wish come true, it might need to re-write everything.

Oh.

I know people have to die when they are old but.. [It was hard thinking like a human sometimes.] They should not have to die because of others. Isn't that fair to wish?

No, they shouldn't have to die because of others. That's why we are very very careful about what we wish.

Then it is okay for wish for it? The world should feel better without that happening then they will not keep hurting each other over it too.

You are allowed to wish for whatever you want. No one can tell you not to wish for something. You just need to understand the consequences. Sometimes wishes come true.

Yes, ma'am. I will try to remember that.

Then you wont go wrong. You'll do the right thing.

I hope so.

Thank you.

No, thank you, for reminding me of these things. It's good to remember.

Oh. Um, you are welcome?

[She was not sure what she did but it was nice to talk to her. She reminded her of one of her friends.]