White Christmas

You’re walking on a forest floor covered with pine needles and acorns. The only company you have is the setting sun, occasional flying squirrels and sound of the falling pine cones.

You decide to follow one of the flying squirrels and after (what seems like hours), it finally stops and looks back at you as if to say ‘you’ve reached your destination’. And you sure have - you can already hear the singing, smell cake and feel the warmth.

It’s your favourite time of the year, when everything else takes a pause and Christmas Village comes closer to your town. You spend the whole night sipping on mulled wine, munching cookies, slipping on the ice skating rink and reading your favourite books at the library. And finally, just in time for midnight, the tree lights up and it glisten in all its glory with the night sky.

It’s time for the magic to begin.