This time every year I dream of one thing - a white Christmas.
The air with a hint of bite that tickles the nose. The leaden gray sky pregnant with a promised gift. The wet flakes swaying in a slight breeze as they fall. They grow heavier. And larger, until they look like hundreds of thousands of cotton ball puffs.
The crunch of tires driving by. The laughter of children making snow angels and snowmen. An impromptu snowball fight.
The hush of being wrapped in a cocoon as darkness falls. The bright sparkle of Christmas lights against an outline of unspoiled white. The beauty of stillness. And wonder.
This year I received my wish. It's like that promised gift. I am in awe to welcome a white Christmas.
So from our home to yours, we wish you a very Merry Christmas.
The air with a hint of bite that tickles the nose. The leaden gray sky pregnant with a promised gift. The wet flakes swaying in a slight breeze as they fall. They grow heavier. And larger, until they look like hundreds of thousands of cotton ball puffs.
The crunch of tires driving by. The laughter of children making snow angels and snowmen. An impromptu snowball fight.
The hush of being wrapped in a cocoon as darkness falls. The bright sparkle of Christmas lights against an outline of unspoiled white. The beauty of stillness. And wonder.
This year I received my wish. It's like that promised gift. I am in awe to welcome a white Christmas.
So from our home to yours, we wish you a very Merry Christmas.
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