If I Had Magic

If I could wrinkle my nose like Samantha Witch in the old TV shows from the 60’s and get my way, I would not ever have to clean a bathroom toilet again. Anyone remember Hazel the maid? I would get her here. After all my dreams came true, would I keep my magic to myself or would I share it? If I shared it, every long-lost relative I have never liked would hunt me down. They would want expensive cars, and houses, and prissy poodle dogs. Magic would mess them up, and they would resent me for my magic. Best to keep it to myself so they can stay broke instead of greedy. Magic today could have unloaded the groceries from the car, and fixed the windshield wipers that kept locking up in the rain.