There is magic in a house decorated in lights, blanketed in drifts of snow, under a star spangled indigo sky.
There is magic in the frozen stillness of the river. The constant ebb and flow and lapping of water has vanished and leaves only silence...
There is magic in a single flake of snow captured on a brightly coloured mitten. The amazement of it's perfection and the utter wonderment that it is completely unique from all the others falling from the sky and piling on the ground.
Blessed Be at this magical time of year.
There is magic in the frozen stillness of the river. The constant ebb and flow and lapping of water has vanished and leaves only silence...
There is magic in a single flake of snow captured on a brightly coloured mitten. The amazement of it's perfection and the utter wonderment that it is completely unique from all the others falling from the sky and piling on the ground.
Blessed Be at this magical time of year.
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