High above the snowy clouds, in the quiet winter sky, lived a tiny star named Twilla. Twilla was the smallest star in the whole sky, and no matter how hard she tried, she could never shine as brightly as the others.
Every night she whispered,
“I wish I could shine bright enough to make someone smile.”
One cold December evening, the stars gathered to prepare for Christmas Eve. It was the night when children around the world looked up at the sky with hope and excitement.
The Big North Star said,
“Tomorrow, we must shine our brightest to guide Santa on his journey!”
All the stars twinkled proudly—except Twilla. She worried she would not be strong enough to help.
That same night, far below in a small village, a little girl named Emma stood at her window. Snowflakes danced in the wind, but the sky felt darker than usual.
Emma sighed,
“I hope Christmas magic finds me this year…”
Her words floated gently up into the sky—right to Twilla.
Twilla felt the little girl’s wish sparkle inside her like a warm candle. Something she had never felt before.
“I have to try,” Twilla said.
So she gathered all the
…and TWINK!
Twilla shone brighter than she ever had. Her light sparkled over the snowy village, straight to Emma’s window.
Emma’s eyes widened.
“Wow… The most beautiful star I’ve ever seen!”
Twilla glowed even stronger. Her light reached Santa’s sleigh, guiding him safely through a windy, snowy cloud path.
When Christmas morning came, Emma found a small silver star ornament under her tree with a tiny note:
“Thank you for believing in the smallest star.”
—Twilla ✨
Emma smiled the biggest smile of all.
And from that night on, Twilla wasn’t the smallest, weakest star anymore.
She was the little star with the brightest Christmas shine of all. 🌟