it's the time of drinking hot chocolat,
of reading Jane Austen at the fire place
of buying gifts for your family
of sending cards to your friends.
it's the time of century old songs,
of the smell of cinnamon and cardamom,
of almost forgotten stories
of writing long St. Nicolas poems.
it's the time of long red scarfs,
of the magic in the air
of burning candles and dreaming of snow
it's the countdown to Christmas.
listening to Edith Piaf
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