Picture a bitterly cold Victorian winter, the air is thin with frost and if you look up at the night sky you can barely tell the stars from falling snow flakes, up in an old oak tree there are a small family of white Butterfly's all huddled together to keep warm and fall asleep in the hope that Santa will bring them lots of brightly coloured flowers to drink from. However whilst all the other butterfly's were sleeping in the old oak tree. Our friend the littlest white butterfly of them all thought he heard a knocking noise and so he flew as fast as he could to investigate the noise, but when he got outside the old oak tree he soon realised it was only old leafs falling from the old oak tree's branches and before he could even give a sigh Mummy White Butterfly called him back to the little huddle to sleep, So still full of Christmas cheer he began to crawl back inside the old oak, however he didn't get very far because before he could even shout “Coming Mummy White Butterfly” a large snowy gust of wind 10 times the size of the old oak tree picked up The Little White Butterfly and threw him around. The Little White Butterfly tried with all his might to fight the large snowy gust of wind but his little wings were no match for the frosty force of the wind and it chucked him this way and that way, up, down, left, right, forwards, backwards and all around in a tumble until he landed on a big pile of snow all in a tumble. The Little White Butterfly sat up and he could hear Mummy and Daddy Butterfly as well as all his bothers and sisters calling out for him. He began to shout back “I am over her” but the loud whistling noise of the storm drowned out there voices, He began to get in a huff and a puff “what's the use they can't see me in this snow storm, I'm completely white!” he murmured. All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he noticed a little orange light far in the distance, So The Little White Butterfly picked himself up and brushed off all of the snow and started to march through the blistering cold snow storm and as he trudged on and on the little orange little became clearer and clearer “Oh tulips its a candle” he said. By now the candle easy to see and so he pressed his face apon the window expecting to see a happy family but all he saw were two very sad looking adults huddled around a little candle who looked like they were about to cry “Oh tulips, this isn't good I wish there were all cosy in the big old oak tree with me and my family” he said, but from out of no where a little bunch of squeaking noise drifted apon his ear, he began to look around and from the edge of his gaze he spotted a little snow covered mouse hole “Oh tulips a mouse hole” he said. Without a thought he dashed in the mouse hole and immediately the cold chill on his nose vanished, as he brushed off the snow flakes he could hear laughter and squeaks coming from further down the mouse hole and so The Little White butterfly crept slowly to appeared to be a door and knocked ever so politely. All off a sudden the door swung open and there was a little friendly mouse stood in front of him “Hello son, would like some mince pie?” said Mr Door Mouse “Oh tulips yes please” said The Little White Butterfly and so he sat at the door mouses table and enjoyed mince pie and milk, whilst wiping his face with a napkin Mrs Door curiously asked The Little White Butterfly “how did you end outside our door then?” to which The Little White Butterfly began to tell the story of how the big snowy snow storm has swept him away from the big old oak tree, he explain how he was thrown into a big pile of snow and how he trudged towards a bright orange light through the storm and ended up at the humans window, to which one of the little mouses interpreted “oh yes they are the Copperfield family, they never have much for Christmas”. The Little White Butterfly thought to himself “Oh tulips if only there was something I could do to help” but before he could do much thing he was fast asleep on the Door Mouse's table.

There was a lot of laughter and joyous cheers, “its Christmas shouted Door Mouse Children” “Ah yes merry to you children and to you Little White Butterfly as well” he replied “Oh tulips, I fell asleep on your kitchen table” said The Little White Butterfly, “I must get back to the old oak tree to see my family” and in a rush he thanked The Door Mouse family to which Mrs Door Mouse invited him back any time and with this he hurried out of the mouse hole and instantly fell face first into a huge pile of yellow snow “Oh tulips, yellow snow! That must be the butchers dog he is always weeing on the old oak tree” but as he looked up he noticed and old big Victorian five pound note and then he thought “this five pound note is no use to me a Little White Butterfly” and with this he did not brush of the yellow snow and quickly stuck the five pound note on his back using the yellow snow as glue he stuck the five pound note to his back and flew as quickly as possible through the Copperfields letter box and straight up to the parents room where he dropped off the five pound note on there bed and quickly left through the letter box again, but as he left through the letter box he heard a huge cheer come from the Copperfields house, immediately he began to smile because he knew he'd made a family happy on Christmas and with this he flew back to the old oak tree to find Santa had left him lots of his favourite flowers and huge bundle of tulips. However the story does not end there because that very same evening he took a tulip to Mrs Door who was very pleased with her gift and before he flew back to the old oak tree he peaked the Copperfields window to see them all gathered round belly's full, big smiles on there faces and lots of presents for them all and that was The Little White Butterfly's most memorable christmas.