The Christmas Witch

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a little witch who loved to play. She didn't have many friends, nor did she have straight A's in school. But she had a big heart, and that was how she stood apart from the others. Instead of turning innocent people into toads and flying on a broomstick, this little witch walked everywhere on her own two feet. She had a very special talent though. She could make the most beautiful snowflakes in all of the land. Everybody loved her miniature pieces of frozen art, each one different than the last.

However, because she had such a beautiful gift, it made her a target. Envious and evil witches sought after her, wanting her gift for themselves. One day while she played outside, these evil witches tried to kidnap her. She managed to get away, but because she was afraid, she ran. She ran until she couldn't see her house, her school, she ran until her legs gave out from under her. She could hear their broomsticks soaring in the sky above her, closer and closer. The little witch cried, her tears falling to the crunchy fall leaves beneath her. She was so afraid of being caught that she summoned her gift from the deepest parts of her big heart. The tears she shed froze and became snowflakes themselves. They flew, multiplying in vast numbers, in a whirlwind of fear. Soon the little witch could not be found, the sky was blanketed by white. The evil witches flew as best they could, but the snow stung their faces and made visibility low. They had to land and search by foot, but by the time they landed the snow had piled high and they couldn't move. Hours passed, and eventually so did they. But the little witch was never found.

They say that when it snows, the little witch is near, looking for the way home.