Warming her hands by the fire ❤️

The little old lady sat in her chair warming her hands by the fire~ and she let her imagination get carried away watching fantastical flames rising higher

She saw wicked witches with black pointy hats running amok chasing fast flying bats and soldiers a’drumming a rat-a-tat-tats~
As the flickers did flare she could not help but stare, at this magical mysteriousness that kept her aware~”Run and hide Fairies” she felt herself saying as their whimsical wings were a’swinging and swaying~amongst the yellow so mellow and a burning of blue~within the shadowy sootiness that blew right up the flue