Frosty white flakes touch the ground for the first time a few days before Christmas. It connects to one another rather quickly forming a thick white cushion on the ground.
The phone rings and fills the halls of a place called home. A mother awakens her children with good news: school is canceled. They all snuggle back into bed as the snow builds and the roads are plowed.
The family awakes an hour to 12. The father snow blows the driveway, the mother shovels the crosswalk, the oldest daughter prepares a fire in the fireplace, the younger daughter and youngest son play in the snow by making snow angels and snowmen.
Hours pass by as the daylight disappears and the temperature lowers.
The beloved family returns inside to the crackling fire and melting gooey marshmallows. Sticky fingers are washed, hot chocolate is warmed, and popcorn is popped.
The family of five gathers on the two couches in the living room. They turn on the television as they all agree on one Christmas movie: “Home Alone.”
They curl up on the couch with warm, fuzzy blankets. With milk on the side, buttery popcorn in hand, the two cats on their laps, dogs by their feet, a perfect night can never be more perfect.
After the movie finishes, the children rub their eyes as they head to their bedrooms. The parents clean the dishes, fold the blankets and return them to the footstool. They turn off the remaining lights, including the colorful Christmas lights, and retired for the night.
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