The Christmas Witch by Lee Amanda M

Author:Lee, Amanda M. [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2015-12-01T08:00:00+00:00

DINNER was morose and the more Bay sank into her self-made depression, the more I wanted to smack her. Winnie, Marnie and Twila split dish duty after the meal, and the girls wandered back into the living room to watch television.

That’s when I made my move.

I gathered all the magical supplies I needed from my bedroom and made my way outside. I don’t care what anyone says, I am strong enough to control the weather. If this were a Batman movie, I’d be the best super villain ever – and just wait until you see my cape.

It took me almost an hour to complete my task, and when I finished, even I was impressed. I threw open the back door of the house and yelled inside.

“Get your scrawny butts out here right now!”

Winnie was the first through the door. I think she expected to find me in the middle of mayhem. In a way I was. It was the best mayhem ever, though.

“What did you do?” Winnie asked, her eyes wide as she stepped into the accumulating snow and lifted her head to the heavens. “It’s … beautiful.”

“I know.” Smugness only works on some people. Actually, it doesn’t work on most people. I’m the rare exception. “It’s pretty cool, huh?”

“You made it snow,” Winnie said, flabbergasted. “How did you do it?”

“I’m the most powerful witch in the Midwest,” I shot back. “I can’t believe you ever doubted me.”

“It’s not that I doubted you,” Winnie said. “It’s just … thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, grudgingly accepting her hug. “You did doubt me, though.”

“Let’s not get into that,” Winnie said. She turned back toward the house. “Come out here, girls! You’re never going to guess what your Aunt Tillie did for you.”

Thistle was the first through the door, excitement positively rolling through her as she slid in the snow. She wore slippers and hadn’t bothered to put on a coat, but she was sneaky and evaded Twila’s hands as they tried to corral her.

“Snow! It’s snowing!”

I may be their curmudgeonly great-aunt, but even I couldn’t hide my smile at Thistle’s enthusiasm.

“Young lady, you need your coat, hat and gloves,” Twila warned. “You’ll get pneumonia and die. Is that what you want right before Christmas?”

Thistle responded by tossing a loosely packed snowball and hitting her mother in the face.

“Holy crap!” Clove appeared in the doorway, her brown eyes wide as saucers. “I can’t believe this. It’s … snowing!”

“Your Aunt Tillie did this,” Marnie said, choking up as she shot me a grateful smile. “This is your first Christmas present. Do you like it?”

“It’s the best thing ever,” Clove said sincerely. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” I said, my cheeks burning. “I … come out and play in it. That’s why I conjured it.”

“I have to get my coat and gloves first,” Clove replied. “I don’t want to get sick.”

Thistle hammered Clove with a snowball as Twila chased her around. “Thistle!”

“I’m going to make you eat snow,” Clove warned, darting back inside. I had no doubt she’d return looking like the ghost of snowmen past and present.

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