“She stared at the castle. She had actually been summoned to a castle. A week before Christmas.”

“She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.”

“She stared at the castle. She had actually been summoned to a castle. A week before Christmas.”

“You know what? From now on, I think I’m going to call you Mister Christmas.”