Did you know a Witch cannot ride her broom with a broken leg? Well, it's true. I have one.

I should know. Christmas Eve is on the way.

I'm the one and only Keeper of the Christmas Star, the Curator of the Crystal Forest, the one Witch in all the world with the ability to give the Christmas Star the special Brown Family whammy-abracadabra-hocus pocus to light the way for Santa's yearly sojourn. .

. And I have a broken leg that just won't heal.

As if things weren't bad enough, Edgar, my frumptastic-but-lovable Familiar, a rather cranky one-thousand-three-hundred-and-forty-seven-year-old Christmas Elf, swears I've been cursed. Can you imagine? Me? The fantasticness that is Ella Elizabeth Brown cursed? It's just not possible.

But. .

. There have been an inordinate number of spiders lurking about my little cottage in the woods.

I have been a little more klutzy than usual. And my daily phone call with my cousin, Molly, was hijacked by the Dragon of my dreams.

Could Edgar be right?This a mystery that must be solved. Time to pull out all the stops, whip up all the Magic, and swallow my pride.

I need help, and it comes in a great big package with wings and gorgeous golden and red scales. Hold onto your stockings, my friends.

This is one Holiday story you don't want to miss. .