The Little Christmas Penguin and the Perfect Gift

In the Other World, everyone was busy preparing for Christmas.

The toad baron had set up his majestic Christmas tree in the hall of his manor, Miss Squirrel was decorating her three-hundred-year-old chain, and that good old badger was already wearing his prettiest sweater dedicated to the occasion and was planning to knit himself some new ones before the fateful day of the great gift distribution.

But, at the far northern confines, a little penguin was perplexed while all his little friends were happily busy preparing the gifts as good helpers of Father Walrus, who was in charge of distributing the Christmas gifts to the inhabitants of these places.

"I am assigning you a mission of great importance, little one," the old walrus had said to him in his jovial tone.

Finding the gift for a child who wanted nothing less than the perfect gift...

The little penguin questioned his friends, who suggested all sorts of ideas: a toy that could jump, fly, run, shine in the night! Confused, he then turned to Father Walrus, who, with great wisdom, whispered to him: "The perfect gift, little penguin, is the one that brings everyone together."

'With these wise words in mind, our little penguin set off on a journey, hoping to discover this mysterious gift that brings together.'

In a small wooden house, in the heart of the chestnut forest, a family listened to his tale around a steaming cup of spiced chocolate... but could not provide him with better answers than his companions from the north.

Elsewhere, he was welcomed with open arms, discussing his worries over a delicious infusion with notes of orange and cinnamon, accompanied by small buttery cookies. But there too, little penguin was hardly any further along.

Little penguin continued on his way. "This gift must be something precious and unique, but what?" he wondered.

"As he felt more and more lost, his quest placed some very strange people on his path. 'Surely not people from here,' he had said to himself, 'a few adventurers come from beyond the mists and roads outside, without a doubt.'"

The first, a young man with a fine mustache, wore a scarf that seemed to float as if by magic. He simply introduced himself as "J."

The second, a small sturdy man with a big beard, was named "F". He reminded him in some ways of the old Nours, his neighbor... maybe a cousin, thought little penguin.

As for the third, Lucius had the solemn demeanor of a great butler. 

These three friends were walking towards a mysterious red brick manor located in Flanders... Little penguin had never heard of such a place around here.

But with a mischievous smile, Lucius told him that they had come to look for a shortcut.

After listening to the story of the little penguin, "J" rummaged through his bag and pulled out a small delicately wrapped package. "Here is your gift," he said with a knowing wink. "It will be just perfect," he added.

On Christmas morning, in a bright house, a child found a small mysterious package under the tree. They unwrapped it and discovered an elegant box adorned with golden letters: "The Imaginary Counters" accompanied by a small note: "to share with those you love!".

"Inside, a flavored tea with enchanting aromas filled the home, reminding both young and old of their dreams of adventure."

The parents prepared a teapot of the fragrant brew, and together, the whole family shared a magical moment, exchanging memories, sharing dreams, warmed by the unique flavor of the tea.

Thus, the little Christmas penguin had found the perfect gift, the gift that brings people together, is shared, and makes you dream… the gift of a moment forever frozen.