The Spellmans' living room was filled with the warmth of a crackling fire, the flames casting a soft light that shimmered against the deep, dark tones of the wood paneling. It was a classic winter's evening, snow falling softly outside, blanketing the world in white, and inside the air was thick with the scent of spices as Hilda busily prepared her famous mulled wine in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune that echoed throughout the house.

A magnificent Christmas tree stood in the center of the cozy living room, its branches twinkling with lights that sparkled like stars, contrasting with the green of its needles. The young woman, a beautiful and somewhat ethereal figure with an air of innocence, stood on tiptoe, stretching to hang a delicate ornament at the top, her concentrated expression framed by strands of hair that danced effortlessly in time with her movements.

Zelda sat in a comfortable chair, watching her girlfriend, wrapped in a plush blanket that both warmed and comforted her. In the elder witch's hand lay a glass of fine red wine, its rich flavor a small salvation in all this pre-Christmas chaos. She had always rebelled against the Christian holiday, never been particularly favorable. However, having watched Sabrina's beaming face since she was a child, enjoying Christmas trees and presents outside the home, Zelda overcame herself and allowed this Christmas story to enter their home.

The young woman, standing in front of the tree, caught the older witch's attention as she moved, her movements a mixture of grace and eager anticipation. Zelda couldn't help but admire her - every movement of her body as she rose higher was mesmerizing. Every time she rose on her toes, there was an irresistible charm that made the older witch's gaze linger a little longer.

As Sabrina busied herself unpacking another box of Christmas decorations, Zelda took advantage of the moment and beckoned her girlfriend towards her with her finger.