Something that makes sense will be written soon, but now is the time for gingerbread and wrapping packages, hot chocolate and stories by the fire. It is warm and lovely in my house by the tree, and smells of cookies, and songs are sung about the snow we almost never see here. I still can't remember the words after the five gold rings. But the air is crackling with excitement.
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