THE CHRISTMAS YARD
Dear Diary, still early days of December... sitting at my window, I think of the morning as being incredibly dreamy. My nose pushing up against the cold glass, I take in the colorful homes braving the snow, putting on their brightest faces... Pine trees blanketed in white, their fresh fragrance disappearing into front doors. A Blue Car full of brightly wrapped gifts turning a corner, a curious Reindeer dragging down the bright baubles... what an unusual visitor! I could almost imagine Elves outside my window! Or were those gnomes? It all felt wonderfully warm
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