The lamplight glistens on the new-fallen snow, it dusting the Bermuda blades like a rogue patisserie liberal with her sieve. Powdered perfection.
The dreamer wakes from a saccharine slumber into her own world of suspended disbelief.
A child’s wunder.
Where the imagination wanders.
GOOFY, nestled under the right arm, tethering her to the playroom.
Left hand stretched out gleaning the surface of the window pane.
A Peter Pan moment.
Imploring. What magic did the night make as she as the Sugar Plum Fairy danced her pas de deux with the Prince in her technicolor fantasy?
The evergreen tree harbored by the double panes shimmer with the twinkle lights of fairy smiles.
Glistening ornaments whisper a kinder marchen.
The Winter Snows brought to life by the magic of Christmas, the beauty of nature —— an imaginarium encapsulated by Tchaikovsky’s score.
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