Melanie

It was a quiet Christmas Eve, and Melanie was perfectly content. The snow outside danced in the moonlight, and her little cottage glowed with the soft sparkle of twinkling lights. A warm mug of cocoa steamed on the table, and a classic carol hummed softly from the radio.

Melanie had always loved Christmas—not just the gifts or the decorations, but the feeling of it. The joy. The magic. The silliness.

And tonight, the silliness sparked an idea.

With a mischievous grin and a spark in her green.