#NaPoWriMo Day 16 : Little White Fibs

From the tooth fairy to a story of a gift-bearing man from the north-pole, angels crying on our behalf and so it rains, fibs, a little yarn elders spin to uphold traditional tales.

But,
Where do babies come from?

In a land way up in the heavens, sits Mother Nature on her throne, she calmly listens to the cries of young ones who feel alone.

Now listen closely son of Man,

She takes her magic genie, rubs it roughly and rubs it slowly as she chants "I invoke the watery nature of the earth, by the snap of my finger grant me this birth, be it a girl or this but a boy, grant me this wish my bundle of joy"

Fairy dust starts to sprinkle all over,
In a blink of an eye, a baby appears.
She kisses it's forehead and calls unto her mighty storks who wrap it in a cuddly diaper and off on its journey the itty-bitty tot goes.

As the stork flies it follows the trail of your tears, inside a cabbage or on your front door you will find it. And many more up in the heavens created by your tears.