Sometimes the Yuletide spirit takes an unjolly turn... My name is Sarah Braxton, and I'm a witch. It's busy season in the bookshop, plus, Seashell Cove in the middle of Solstice preparations. The last thing I need is this elf, appearing out of nowhere. Not a tall, intimidating elf, either. A pint-sized Yule elf with pale green skin, frightened, and shivering with cold. The poor little thing carries an ominous...