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whispered. “You don’t know that.”
“Did I make it snow?”
“Yes, but … .”
“Am I all powerful?”
“Not last time I checked,” Winnie shot back. “If you were all powerful, you wouldn’t have to threaten the neighbor’s dog every time you go out to collect the mail.”
“Just you wait, niece,” I said. “This is only the beginning.”
Clove reappeared in the doorway, covered in so many layers of outdoor clothes I could barely see her. “Prepare to die, Thistle!”
“Oh, I’m so scared,” Thistle scoffed. “I … .”
I don’t know what convinced me to throw the snowball. She’s a child and I should take that into consideration whenever her antics get out of control. The look on her face when the snowball exploded against her cheek was priceless, though.
“That was so mean!” Thistle screeched, wiping the leftover chunks from her face.
“I think you had it coming,” I said, my grin wide.
“I’m going to make you eat snow,” Thistle warned.
“Not until you have a coat, gloves and hat on,” Twila said, snagging Thistle around the neck. “Inside right now, young lady! You’re not allowed out until you’re dressed for the weather.”
Thistle put up a fight but ultimately gave in. I happily watched properly dressed Clove and Bay cavort until my attention was drawn to a figure moving up the sidewalk.
Terry’s face was filled with as much wonder as Bay’s when she first saw the descending flakes.
“Does someone want to explain this to me?” Terry asked.
“It’s snowing,” Clove replied.
“I know it’s snowing, Clove,” Terry said. “It’s snowing all over town. Do you want to know the interesting thing, though? It’s only snowing here in our town. The other towns around us are still dry. What do you make of that?”
Clove shot Terry an impish grin and shrugged. “It’s a Christmas miracle.”
“I’ll bet,” Terry said, turning his attention to me. “Is this part of saving Christmas?”
“It’s a step in the right direction,” I replied, refusing to let his stern face dampen my fun.
“You can’t just … make it snow,” Terry said. He was aware of our witchy gifts, even though he pretended to be in the dark. He couldn’t explain them so he opted to ignore them. “People are going to talk. This could make national headlines, Mrs. Winchester.”
“So what?”
“So … what will people say?”
“If you’re worried they’re going to scream ‘witch’ and try to burn me at the stake, don’t,” I said. “No one can prove anything.”
“You did do this, though, didn’t you?”
I shrugged. “Like Clove said, it’s a Christmas miracle.”
“It’s the best miracle ever,” Bay said, beaming as she appeared at Terry’s side. “Now all we need is a puppy.”
“You’re not getting a puppy.”
Bay ignored my pronouncement, instead dumping a handful of snow down the front of Terry’s coat. For a moment I worried he was too flummoxed by the snow to handle a little girl’s happiness. I should never underestimate him.
“You’d better start running now,” Terry warned. “Your mothers and I are going to challenge you little ones and Aunt Tillie to a snowball fight. You’d better start building your fort now or I’m going to crush you.”
Bay giggled. “What do we get if we win?”
“What do you want?”
“A second serving of chocolate cake.”
Winnie sighed. “Fine. If you guys win, we’ll finish off the cake. We can bake another one tomorrow.”
Bay squealed, delighted. “I think Christmas is going to be saved after all.”
“I’ve been telling you that for two days! When will anyone in this family start believing me?”
“I’ll believe you if we win the snowball fight,” Bay said.
“Of course we’re going to win the snowball fight,” I replied. “If you think I’m letting someone else eat my cake, you’re crazy. Come on, girls. It’s time to prepare for war.” I stopped in front of Terry before joining
“Did I make it snow?”
“Yes, but … .”
“Am I all powerful?”
“Not last time I checked,” Winnie shot back. “If you were all powerful, you wouldn’t have to threaten the neighbor’s dog every time you go out to collect the mail.”
“Just you wait, niece,” I said. “This is only the beginning.”
Clove reappeared in the doorway, covered in so many layers of outdoor clothes I could barely see her. “Prepare to die, Thistle!”
“Oh, I’m so scared,” Thistle scoffed. “I … .”
I don’t know what convinced me to throw the snowball. She’s a child and I should take that into consideration whenever her antics get out of control. The look on her face when the snowball exploded against her cheek was priceless, though.
“That was so mean!” Thistle screeched, wiping the leftover chunks from her face.
“I think you had it coming,” I said, my grin wide.
“I’m going to make you eat snow,” Thistle warned.
“Not until you have a coat, gloves and hat on,” Twila said, snagging Thistle around the neck. “Inside right now, young lady! You’re not allowed out until you’re dressed for the weather.”
Thistle put up a fight but ultimately gave in. I happily watched properly dressed Clove and Bay cavort until my attention was drawn to a figure moving up the sidewalk.
Terry’s face was filled with as much wonder as Bay’s when she first saw the descending flakes.
“Does someone want to explain this to me?” Terry asked.
“It’s snowing,” Clove replied.
“I know it’s snowing, Clove,” Terry said. “It’s snowing all over town. Do you want to know the interesting thing, though? It’s only snowing here in our town. The other towns around us are still dry. What do you make of that?”
Clove shot Terry an impish grin and shrugged. “It’s a Christmas miracle.”
“I’ll bet,” Terry said, turning his attention to me. “Is this part of saving Christmas?”
“It’s a step in the right direction,” I replied, refusing to let his stern face dampen my fun.
“You can’t just … make it snow,” Terry said. He was aware of our witchy gifts, even though he pretended to be in the dark. He couldn’t explain them so he opted to ignore them. “People are going to talk. This could make national headlines, Mrs. Winchester.”
“So what?”
“So … what will people say?”
“If you’re worried they’re going to scream ‘witch’ and try to burn me at the stake, don’t,” I said. “No one can prove anything.”
“You did do this, though, didn’t you?”
I shrugged. “Like Clove said, it’s a Christmas miracle.”
“It’s the best miracle ever,” Bay said, beaming as she appeared at Terry’s side. “Now all we need is a puppy.”
“You’re not getting a puppy.”
Bay ignored my pronouncement, instead dumping a handful of snow down the front of Terry’s coat. For a moment I worried he was too flummoxed by the snow to handle a little girl’s happiness. I should never underestimate him.
“You’d better start running now,” Terry warned. “Your mothers and I are going to challenge you little ones and Aunt Tillie to a snowball fight. You’d better start building your fort now or I’m going to crush you.”
Bay giggled. “What do we get if we win?”
“What do you want?”
“A second serving of chocolate cake.”
Winnie sighed. “Fine. If you guys win, we’ll finish off the cake. We can bake another one tomorrow.”
Bay squealed, delighted. “I think Christmas is going to be saved after all.”
“I’ve been telling you that for two days! When will anyone in this family start believing me?”
“I’ll believe you if we win the snowball fight,” Bay said.
“Of course we’re going to win the snowball fight,” I replied. “If you think I’m letting someone else eat my cake, you’re crazy. Come on, girls. It’s time to prepare for war.” I stopped in front of Terry before joining
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