“What’s the Christmas Door?” Katie asked with new interest.
Alvar’s eyes shone even brighter. “When the Christmas Door opens, it shows you what you want and need the most.”
“That sounds wonderful!” said Katie. “I can never decide that for myself.” She sighed. “But I guess I could never go there.”
Alvar thought a moment. “You don’t really need to. I could show it to both of you, right here.”
“Really?” said Katie, all excited.
“Just close your eyes and look for a red and green door at the end of a path. I’ll help you.”
Katie and Dylan closed their eyes. Snow swirled all around them, thick and soft. As it settled, they found themselves on a misty forest path with Alvar.
The mist grew thinner, and out of it, a door slowly appeared before them—red and green with gold trimmings, brighter than their Christmas tree. A gold key hung from the doorknob.
“What do we do now?” said Katie.
“Just touch the key, and the door will open,” said Alvar. “Who’s first?”