Lucy leaned closer. The cabin door in the globe swung open. A figure stepped out—no taller than her thumb. A woman in a blue coat, face featureless except for two pinprick eyes. She pointed directly at Lucy. Then at the key on the bottom.
She twisted again. Still nothing. But then she noticed: inside the dome, the trees were moving. Not from her shaking it. Slowly, like they were turning toward her. white christmas musical snow globe at tj maxxxmass
The globe was glowing. Not from a bulb. The snow inside was falling up. Lucy leaned closer