Hangout can be the coolest, when the snow slowly passes, dripping away from the open shield living room clear and shiny window, the Christmas tree would be a lot taller, all the stack of presents under it like so, piles and piles long, and charms, the winter lasting longer than three months, leading into and onto. Freezing temperatures drop down like suds, how much of twinkling snowflakes fallen overhead, The New Year’s Eve till this magical night ever lived, when the ball comes high limits alive and well season of love and hope.
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
11-17-25
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