Josephine Scribner Gates, The Story of the Mince Pie
“ The story ended, the Sprite vanished, and in her place the light of a beautiful star shed a halo about the little heads.The tiny creatures sat spellbound, dreaming again with Anna Belle, till they were suddenly awakened by Cinnamon Stick who cried:“Well! Well! Wasn’t that a grand Christmas story! I almost felt as though we too were flying fairies playing Santa Claus, but since we are just plain mince pie elves playing school we better go on with our game. ”
