Tis the season for crunchy snow and crackling fires.
The delicious crunch of fresh morning snow when your boot breaks the the surface like crème brulée.
The oh-so-delicate clink of spoons lazily stirring hot cider drizzled with silky caramel.
The bitter wind howling like ghosts through the naked trees while you're safe and warm inside, dreamily sipping your steamy, spicy cider.
The sizzling cracks and pops of the fireplace warming you inside and out, the flames slowly dying and fading to glowing embers as you drift into sleep.
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