A splendiferous new anthology of Christmas stories inspired by the world of Roald Dahl with six new stories by six all-star authors! A perfect gift for the holiday season! Experience the wonder that is Willy Wonka''s factory at Christmastime, make Santa grow ten times his size with a fresh batch of George''s Marvelous Medicine, save London from a flood of oversized baubles, rescue a school from the clutches of an evil coven of witches, thwart a gigantic crocodile from ruining Christmas, and join the Fantastic Fox family in their most daring heist yet! This collection of Christmas-themed stories draws on the lush world created by Roald Dahl with six new stories that deliver cozy, funny, and witty tales to treasure through the holidays. Features stories written by: Sibéal Pounder ( Adam Kay ( Nathan Bryon ( Pamela Butchart ( Adam Hills ( Hannah Gold (<Last Bear<)

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Roald Dahl was a spy, ace fighter pilot, chocolate historian, and medical inventor. He was also the author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Matilda, The BFG, and many more brilliant stories.
Sibéal Pounder is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the much-loved children's fiction series Witch Wars, the Bad Mermaids series, Neon's Secret Universe, and the Christmas hit Tinsel. She has also written Beyond Platform 13, the sequel to The Secret of Platform 13 by Eva Ibbotson, and the novelization of the film Wonka.
Adam Kay is an award-winning writer and non-award-winning doctor. He has sold over five million books in thirty-seven languages, including one million children's books, making him one of the UK's bestselling children's authors. He lives in Oxfordshire with his dog, husband, two children, and beloved BAFTA.
Nathan Bryon is an actor, a BAFTA-nominated screenwriter, and a Sunday Times bestselling author, who grew up eating as much Uxbridge Road Caribbean food as his bank balance would allow. His first picture book, Look Up!, was the #1 picture book from a debut author and illustrator in 2019.
Pamela Butchart is a teacher and the writer of many award-winning books, included The Spy Who Loved School Dinners and My Head Teacher Is a Vampire Rat. She is also the author of the bestselling picture books Never Tickle a Tiger; Yikes, Stinkysaurus!; and the hugely successful Baby Aliens series.
Adam Hills is an internationally recognized comedian and host of award-winning Channel 4 show The Last Leg. His collection of stories from a life in comedy, Best Food Forward, was a The Times (London) bestseller. He is also the author of the hilarious children's book series Rockstar Detectives.
Hannah Gold is the multi-award-winning author of the international bestselling The Last Bear, The Lost Whale, Finding Bear, and Turtle Moon. She lives in the UK and is an ambassador for Whale and Dolphin conservation.

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In the early hours of Christmas morning, a girl arrived at the gates of Mr. Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.
A purple girl.
She had a purple forehead and a purple nose and purple cheeks and a purple neck. When she removed her woolly gloves, it was plain to see that there was not an inch of her that wasn’t purple—­every finger was purple, even her nails. She gripped the icy gate so tightly that the deep dark purple on her knuckles drained to violet.
At her feet sat a large, wriggling sack.

Inside the factory, while everyone else was still asleep, Charlie Bucket was busy preparing for Christmas Day.
He had transformed the grand Chocolate Room overnight—­its edible grass was now covered in sparkling white chocolate thatcrunched underfoot like crisp snow. Candy baubles hung from yule-­log trees made of scrumptious chocolate sponge and the whippiest whipped cream. Gingerbread men sprouted from flowers painted in red, green, and gold along pathways paved with warm mince pies. A cinnamon mist filled the air, making the whole place smelldeliciously festive, while on the bubbling chocolate river, Mr. Wonka’s pink boiled sweet of a boat was decorated with twinkling edible tinsel.
Charlie eyed the tinsel hungrily—­especially thebits trailing in the melted chocolate. But he hadpromised himself he wouldn’t eat a thing.
Not until the children arrived.
Because this year, Christmas Day would include three very special guests: the lucky winners of three foil tickets striped in red, green, and gold. For the first time, Charlie Bucket was opening up his factory for a day, just like Mr. Wonka had done years before. It was all anyone in the world was talking about.
Charlie had been so busy since Mr. Wonka retired that he hadn’t had time to invite anyone into the factory. Everyone knew special things were happening inside, of course, from the loudclangs andbangs and strange-­colored smoke rising from the chimneys. Some new products had been filtering into the shops, like the bestselling, tongue-­tingling, impossibly gloopy Charlie’s Chocolate Toothpaste. It was exactly what it sounds like—­toothpaste made of chocolate. It cleaned teeth better than actual toothpaste, so no adult could object. Children up and down the country had smiles so bright, teachers were resorting to wearing sunglasses, and dentists were going out of business. So, with such fun new additions to the Wonka chocolate line, it stood to reason that what wasinside the factory, the things yet to be seen or tasted, were going to be very special indeed. Charlie was determined to live up to the rumors and to give the three winners an unforgettable day, just like the one he’d had. All he hoped was that they’d be nice children, not children like Veruca or Mike or Vi—­
“VIOLET!” came a shout, and Mr. Willy Wonkaclattered into the room, wearing a robe made ofpurple velvet—­just like his signature coat. Although he was older now, his eyes were as bright and as sparkly as ever.
“Violet Beauregarde is at the gates!” He turned to an Oompa-­Loompa and said, “Stillvery purple.”
(Years ago, when Mr. Wonka’s finest gum creation was in its developmental stage, Violet had chewed it and turned purple. Permanently, it now seemed.)
The Oompa-­Loompa studiously whipped out a clipboard and made a note under the NOVELTY GUM LONG-­TERM SIDE EFFECTS section.
Charlie stood frozen to the spot, unable to believe what he was hearing. It was—­he checked hiswatch—­six o’clock in the morning! What could Violet Beauregarde want? He hadn’t seen her in years, not since they’d both found golden ticketsin their chocolate bars and been among the first children to see inside Mr. Wonka’s factory. He charged down the hall, tightening his robe belt as he went. Mr. Wonka galloped behind him, his gold-­topped cane rapidly striking the ground as he tried to keep up.
“What do you think she wants, dear boy?” he asked Charlie.
“I have no idea,” Charlie said as he unbolted the door and stepped out into the cold. Through the flurry of snow he could see Violet standing there in all her purple glory—­and at once, every second of his first trip to the factory came flooding back. A huge grin spread across his face.
“Well, hurry up and open up! It’s an emergency!” Violet shouted.
Charlie glanced up at a lit window at the very top of the factory and gave a nod. There was a click and a little whirr, and the gate swung open.
As soon as it did, he could see the squirming sack at Violet’s feet.
“It’s a long story, Charlie,” she said, her words squished between the gum she was chewing. She began dragging the sack toward him, struggling to move it more than an inch at a time.
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