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Glistening, pewter tinsel flashes in the soft, amber glow. Delicately carved wood forms beautiful shapes. Twinkling, lights shimmer like jewels through the vivid, emerald trees.
Snow Masks. Everybody wears them.
As the day grows darker, The clouds begin to group, The sky becomes all mottled, A stormy, rainy soup.
"It's here. It's here!" I hear my sister shout I ask her what's up and she says look out.
#adventchallenge A million baby snowmen, float gently to the ground; So innocent and magical, they make not a single sound.
Cocaine lips exhale frost. Twirling, her cloudy aura sends crystals delicately falling down to earth, like the white blossom strands of her pure white frosty hair.
Snow, snow, snow, Christmas is coming near, Santa's sleigh you might hear. Snow, snow, snow, Winter wind blowing me away, Snow angels, in the snow they lay.
The winters here. The cold will bight. The worst of it. Comes late at night. For those of us. Who lie alone. On cold lonely beds. We rest our bones. The worst part is. The memories. Of warmer nights.
The cold cuts to bone, warmth flees from the day, the winter months close in, skies of gray. Into this house I flee, my escape from the cold, the warmth of the fire, more valued than gold.
So winter's coming And santa's nearly here Send your letter now Tell him what you want this year So it's cold outside And the pillows are near Tell him what you want And he'll bring it here A...
Walking through the Christmas lights, And lit up by the stars, Seeing clouds across the sky, And the golden glow of Mars.
Sitting by the fire on a cold winters night, really set the mood that night. The orange and yellow like flames, really soothed my soul and made my heart sink into my chest.
@LittleKitten Rolling around In the snow on the grass Clothes become drenched How.
Coughing and sneezing Who gave me it. I blame you.
My dislike for trains is extending The wait is never ending Sat in the waiting room Thank god it's a child not a witch on that broom A randomer sits next to me Tries to make conversation ...
I saw an old cottage of clay, And only of mud was the floor; It was all falling into decay, And the snow drifted in at the door.
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.
#household I look outside and what do I see. The outside world waiting for me The snow is falling Into soft flakes Should I go out. Or is it a mistake.
Cold night, Dragons breath. Chilly enough, To cause death. Fur gloves, All things warm. Rushing to get in, Away from the storm. Blue fingers, Frozen lashes. Thunder rumbles, Lightening flashes.
You can tell that winter has arrived, As animals are scuttling to hide. The nights are getting longer, The days are getting shorter. Day is not so bright, And it's getting cold at night.
We talked of Life and jobs Parasailing Rowing boats All you've done And what you Miss And how we Felt And reminisced About last winter Bonfire night And Christmas Mulled wine Doughnuts Party...
My eyes were glued closed,. Against the frosty wind,. My nearly frozen toes,. Told me here, I was pinned,. The darkness ate me up,. While all I could do was sigh,. I wish I had the luck,.
I tucked my chin into my coat and I dug my hands down deep into those wool pockets, Hoping that once I stepped out I could have something to hold onto, In case you weren't there.
The chill envelopes me as the old door creaks and finally latches behind me. An ice breeze washes over my face, brushes my hair back in all directions. I take a step.