Dithering, Miss Lush shrugged her faux fur closer around her icy frame and allowed her gaze to drift to the towering, ice sculpture which glistened in the night. The Claus Castle.
Lush gasped. She had heard all about the castle, of course, but only in fairytales, books and films had she ever been graced with the sight of the silver building which reflected the light of the moon. Leaving a trail of footsteps in the snow, she found herself at the doorstep of the castle, knocking once. The door opened of its own will, revealing a vast space filled with presents wrapped in gold, silvers and reds. Elves danced around a sleigh, sprinkling their magic in streams of gold and dispersing with crimson cheeks at the sight of Lush's black cape blowing in the wind. Walking closer, she found herself amongst the creations of the elves, helplessly searching through the parcels until she found a special box, wrapped in sparkling pink and dazzling red. Upon the parcel, sat a note, in cursive letters which caused Lush to gasp in delight:
Dear Lush,
For Christmas you deserve Snow Fairy Shower Gel to leave you smelling of candyfloss and pear drops and Santa's Lip Scrub to soften and exfoliate your lips (he won't notice it's missing.)
Merry Christmas,
Love Mrs Claus.
Love From Storm x
