The crinkling of wrapping paper and the pen strokes of "oh dearest mother" tingle at my ears. The scent of hot chocolate indulging my senses as the idea of snow tapping the ground to grow upon inches and inches swishes around within my thoughts. The saliva forming upon my tongue as a marshmallow floats on the top of the mug of hot chocolate freshly poured. Streams of steam wriggling for the surface as my breath pushes them sideways. The beauty of calm. The warmth of calm. The tense muscles loosening their grip at the very thought. December, the melody of the holidays jingling in my ears; echoing through my heart. This was the season of love, care, and giving. This was Christmas.
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