The welcoming fire glows in your eyes.
The silence surrounds us as the gentle snowflakes fall.
The smell of warm apple pie cuts through the air like the screech of an owl.
The town below dark, all except for the lights of the street.
The children tucked in their beds with the anticipation of presents to come in the morning.
The tracks of sleds in the snow guide us to the village where we depart from each other’s company.
The eve of Christmas drawls to a close.