She Is the Christmas Witch

She does not look like a Christmas witch, his uncle said. But she is, his nephew insisted. She can make magic. His uncle scoffed, thinking the child was being dramatic. Christabelle walked closer and said “hello” to uncle. His eyes met hers and he was immediately bewitched. “I told you!” his nephew said. His uncle nodded, realizing for the first time That this was the beauty in his dreams. The woman he never thought he would meet in real life. His tongue got heavy and fell into the floor of his mouth. He could not speak. He was dumbstruck. “A Christmas witch!” His nephew whispered, trying to pull him away. But Uncle was mesmerized, and enthralled. Completely bamboozled and confused. He was a goner.