Christmas spirit has been holding strong within magnolia of our walls coupled with superior tree at the center of the household, presents tucked away above head level and plans made around unwrapping them and sharing festive meal and mood. I enthusiastically immerse myself in the magic of shimmering lights lightening even the gloomiest of days above fundamentally important fish and poultry year after year, now bringing Nadia along to make her own memories. Because this is what Christmas means to us - a sheer joy of recreating childhood memories through scents of ginger, fresh spruce needles, real excitement at more chocolate than we can hide for later. A time in a year family bonds speak louder then the howling wind we're trying to escape from snuggled in coziness of decorated rooms. Dear Santa, we'll not be praying too much but going to sing carols at the top of our coughing throats, we'll not recreate much of nativity scenes but will wait for a snow coat with withdrawn breath. xxx
I used this track in a video: 'Heute Mplon' by Thiaz Itch (http://www.thiazitch.com)
I used this track in a video: 'Heute Mplon' by Thiaz Itch (http://www.thiazitch.com)
