Peppermint Pixie

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. Her workshop glows warm against the snowdrifts, windows fogged from the steady hum of sugar heating in her copper cauldron. She waits patiently until the mixture reaches the perfect shimmer before tipping it out across her marble workstation. From there, it’s all rhythm and craft: stretching, pulling, twisting.

The secret, of course, lies in her peppermint. She grows it herself in a frost-kissed garden just outside her door, distilling each leaf into pure extract that gives her candy cane their unmistakable cool snap. Once shaped and set, she lines the canes along the sil to catch the northern light, each one gleamin like a frozen ribbon of winter magic.

And when the last candy is hung to cool, she brews herself a mug of cocoa laced with her finest peppermint while admiring her hardwork.