The twinkling of brilliant colors in front of the black tapestry of the night sky. The soft hum of happy melodies seeping out the windowsills of every house. The soft curve of the lips of the people walking in the streets. The beautifully wrapped boxes topped with elegant red bows under the fresh evergreen trees doused with ornaments. The squirming children who only await the day.
Even the little animals of the house can sense the change. Even as the temperature gets colder, and more sweaters show themselves, everyone gets warmer. It is time for miracles.
It is Christmas time.
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