Fairy Godmother Poker Night & The Magic Within

Deep in the Mississippi Delta off of Highway 61, a naked swirl lightbulb lit a lone hotel room.  Thick curtains kept prying eyes out. And anyone who did happen to see inside would’ve been instantly zapped to the other side of the world.

Four Fairy Godmothers were playing cards. Each had a pile of golden chips in front of them and were intensely studying their hands. It was just their skill, no magic: Wands were safely on the table across the room.  The oldest fairy, Wanda, was the dealer. She gruffly barked, “Fives are wild, my dears.”

This was their weekly poker night. It was as much of a support group as it was a card game.  It was a  chance for them to tell about their week of granting wishes and creating havoc. But real gold was on the line.  It was for real.

Wanda finished dealing the cards and looked at her peers.  She smiled a sly smile and said, “Everyone. Let’s tell our best story for the week.”

The youngest fairy, Belinda, started first. “I did something naughty.” Belinda’s eyes sparkled and her face cracked a sly smile.

Belinda continued, “I turned Michael Vick into a pit bull and created a fake Michael Vick so no one will know anything happened to him.”  The other fairies laughed.

Wanda angrily said, “Why didn’t you warn me? He’s on my fantasy football team. I wondered why he was suddenly stinking up the field.”

Belinda blushed and then asked for two more cards.

A red-headed fairy named Cheryl went next. “I don’t know how you guys can keep it up.  I’m getting requests every second of the day. People who want jobs. People who want to keep their homes.  People who want a bit of hope.”  Cheryl’s eyes teared up. “This economy is killing me.”

Wanda looked at her younger colleague: “So are your granting their wishes?”

“I did at first.  I gave them exactly what they asked for.  But in a short time, they’d be back, asking me for more. So I changed my tactics.”

A middle-aged fairy with brown hair named Rhonda asked, “to what?”

Cheryl waved her arms in the air and said, “I changed their work ethic. I granted them the energy and belief to make their own magic.  I helped them create their own hope.”

All the fairies oohed. Wanda said, “Good one my dear.  Good one.”

Rhonda blurted out, “Well, I gave Haley Barbour a New Jersey accent.”

Wanda laughed and said, “I bet he now says ‘Atlantic City Casina.” The fairies laughed to their top of their lungs.

The four Fairy Godmothers continued to laugh and play cards until the sun rose over the cotton fields nearby.  While most people think that magic comes from Fairy Godmothers, they know real magic comes from within.