White world. Blue skies the shade of shadowed ice. Frost decorates the windows; snow barricades the doors.
Happy days turn to happy nights.
The smells of chocolate linger in the air. Of roasted chestnuts, sharp pine, and berries. The glittering lights blinking from rooftops push back at the black of night, reflecting off the white world and echoing back at the stars in colorful patterns.
Music, laughter, and warmth soften to slumber.
The crackling of the fireplace. Soft, orange, and yellow light paint the room, swaying with the flicker of the flames.
Nothing calls for a book more.