There once was a gentle bear born in the spring New Jersey. He was big-pawed, soft-hearted, and always a little braver than he ever admitted.

Chocolate used to be too fragile for long journeys. With sunny days, warm hands, crowded pockets, it would simply melt away, disappearing long before it reached the person it was meant for.

I’m not sure when I began. At first there was only darkness, and the weight of earth, and then one day, the light.

Peppermint has been used for centuries as both a healing herb and a protective charm.

Ancient glaciers once crept across North America and slowly melted away, leaving behind deep hollows in the earth. 

Deep beneath the winter forest lives Rupert, a cheerful mole with one grand dream: to decorate the whole woodland for the holidays.

While wandering a quiet path, you brush aside a curious tangle of roots and take one unexpected step too far. Suddenly, the ground gives way beneath you, and you tumble down a rabbit hole.

At the very end of Candy Cane Lane, which if you checked the map is just a stone’s throw from the North Pole, the Peppermint Pixie makes her home.

Name: Unknown

Occupation: Civilian (data incomplete)

Incident Date: 2025-11-04

Location: Downtown Corridor

I’m Arthur Sullivan, cousin twice-removed of James. P Sullivan… yes, that Sulley, the new CEO of Monsters, Inc. I can hear you now: “So what’s Arthur’s claim to fame?” Well, sit tight, because it’s thrilling stuff. I sort books!

A proper lady from the English countryside, she strolls through the falling leaves. Her golden feathers catch the autumn light, which dazzles passersby.

The story of sourdough begins in ancient Egypt over 5000 years ago, where wild yeast and flour met beside a warm hearth in an accidental chance to make leavened bread. 

Beneath the charm of colonial facades, Salem’s history is steeped in mystery and myth, particularly the trials that took place from February 1692 to May 1693.

It was a waxing moon tonight. Contrary to popular belief, witches don’t wait for full moons to make magic.

In the old ways, a witch was never alone. They were often trailed by a clever cat, a sly raven, or even a toad. But today, in spaces where flour dust hangs in the air, kitchen witches have familiars of other forms.

Every year like clockwork, wizarding travelers from all over would gather at a hidden inn just beyond the edge of the Everfog Forest. 

During the Harvest Moon, in the heart of the Toffee Forest, the trees glow with golden light. Their branches hang heavy with enchanted pecans, each one soaked in moonlight and brimming with magic.

The air feels crisp, and leaves in hues of reds and yellows flutter to the ground. Today is the day you’ve been waiting for: the pumpkin harvest. 

There's an old story about an even older sweater that you won't find in your drawers or closet. It shows up when you need it most, and it knows not just when the air turns cold, but when you do.

Long before raspberries blushed red, the bramble was wild and pale. Its berries were soft and colorless, and hid beneath twisting thorns.