I like to think of fairies in place of God. Minute creatures just the size of the palm, and dressed in sweet shades of pink and blue, their laughter sounds exactly like the tinkling of bells. Comes nightfall, they make their way out of fairyland and slip into the world of boys and girls. They grant wishes with a flick of their tiny wands and send pennies to children fast asleep. They play with toys that come alive at 12 midnight and hang dewdrops on the blades of grass as dawn approaches. Then, as the world slowly awakes, they leave our place ever so quietly to report back to their Queen.
Hey fairies, can you grant me a wish please?