It happened in a truly magical forest, just before the most enchanting holiday of the year — New Year's Day.
Baba Yaga decided to ruin the holiday for the children:
Look at the youth these days, all they care about are those newfangled gadgets. They even send text messages to Father Frost.
She complained to her cat.
And Baba Yaga's cat was no ordinary cat, but a truly magical one who could speak, and quite well at that, so he replied to her:
And this holiday of theirs... Everyone celebrates, exchanging gifts. But as always, they don't invite us.
I know, I know what we should do!
Baba Yaga suddenly exclaimed and began pacing back and forth across the room, reasoning aloud:
We need to ruin their holiday.
That's easier said than done.
The cat replied lazily, stretching on the stove.
You try doing it. The children are already ordering gifts from Father Frost, so how can we manage to ruin the holiday?
Just listen first, don't interrupt, you furry thing.
The old woman barked.
I heard that children send letters to Frost directly through their phones. Ugh, these technologies—I'd roast whoever invented them in the oven. But never mind, now they'll do us a good service. You and I will steal that phone, and the children will be left without any gifts at all.
Baba Yaga said, rubbing her hands with glee.
And so they decided. The cat transformed into a black raven and stole Father Frost's phone. How happy Baba Yaga was then—she even fed the cat the finest cream, which she only did when she was in an excellent mood.
Well done, you furry thing.
The old woman kept saying.
Now the holiday will definitely be ruined for everyone.
Meanwhile, Father Frost gathered all his helpers in his tower:
Where on earth has that mobile phone disappeared to?
Father Frost threw up his hands.
Did this foolish old man lose it? Well, Snow Maiden, haven't you found it anywhere?
No, grandfather, we've searched everywhere with the snowmen, it's nowhere to be found.
The girl said sadly.
This is bad, very bad. The children call me constantly, they've completely forgotten how to write letters.
Father Frost sighed.
Grandfather, but the phone is more convenient, faster, and messages come quicker.
Snow Maiden spread her hands in confusion.
Oh, my dear granddaughter, but letters that children write by hand are filled with such magic and the spirit of the holiday. Phone messages don't have that at all.
Father Frost became very upset.
Suddenly, a squirrel jumped through the slightly open window:
Trouble, trouble, Father Frost! Baba Yaga stole your phone, she's planning to ruin the holiday for the children, to leave them without gifts. Her cat turned into a black raven and snatched the phone, and Baba Yaga threw it into the blue sea.
Oh! Oh! Oh! What will happen now.
Father Frost grabbed his head.
The children will be left without gifts. My poor old head!
Grandfather, grandfather, don't worry, we'll definitely think of something.
Snow Maiden began to comfort him.
And so the fairy tale characters spent the evening thinking about how to solve this difficult problem, but they couldn't come up with anything.
While Father Frost and his helpers were trying to help the children get their New Year gifts, children from all over the world were trying to call Father Frost. Of course, they couldn't get through, no matter how hard they tried.
And then all the children of the world, having lost hope of reaching Father Frost by phone and getting through to the magical forest somehow, decided to write Father Frost real, paper letters. The old man was so happy.
Oh, I was wrong to doubt the children.
Father Frost said, putting on his ceremonial coat.
They understood that the true magic of the New Year lies in these handwritten letters. That every little child, dictating the text to their parents or carefully writing it themselves, sends a piece of joy. And that means the New Year will definitely come. Well, Snow Maiden, are you ready to give gifts to the children?
Of course I am, grandfather.
Snow Maiden answered.
And they set off to bring magic and miracles to all the children of the world.
Read fairy tales and Father Frost will definitely bring you many gifts.
