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All o these little shacks make up a very small settlement, in complete solitude and in tranquil state, secluded from the fast paced mayhem of the big city. Almost so perfect, seeming like something you imagine or something out of a snow globe during Christmas. A true life winter wonderland. The gleaming full moon which rests overhead, so big it has the illusion that you may just be able to touch it. Alongside it hundreds and hundreds of stars twinkle magically in the night sky. Maybe you could touch them both so high up, only if you climbed up one of the tall mountains which surround and tower high above the village. The mountains, which create a valley to were the town rests, has mighty evergreens climbing up it and down coming so close to the village, they look like they might just engulf it. A blanket of fresh white snow covers the tops of all these mountains, along not a single cloud could be seen for miles on end. A small river flows through the very heart of the village, it seems almost lifeless. It s now frigid waters which travel among it, likely provides an
The river that I am almost certain receives its waters from the evergreen infested mountains as its ice melts from the very top. only calming one s mind.-2environment for the numerous and various fish and tiny tadpoles as they pass through during the summer. Closing your eyes. almost like the very gum drops that Mother carefully placed. Lovely emerald green wreaths cover the otherwise plain white doors of each and every house. The very fish that the children try to catch during the warmer months of the yea. only showing that Christmas is right around the bend. and . All of the houses are neatly decorated in a festive way. overhead canopy. The golden brown color of a few of the houses gives them the look of the hard ginger bread walls. The white snow atop of the roof shingles. another sign that the winter festivities are imminent. all you can hear is the wonderful calming sound of the river passing under the bridge that connects the two sides of the village. Each of the tiny buildings remind me of the little gingerbread houses that my mother used to make when I was younger. which have a different array of colors line alongside the fences and borders of the houses. Bright lights.
-3the edges of the houses only remind me of the frosting that my mother places to keep it all together. Greeting each politely as we walk home. Only a lone tree wilts behind the first house. opening gifts and exchanging stories of past adventures which happened years before. still strong in its own was. Each one is covered by similar lights placed on the houses. listening to the distinct crunching sound of the footsteps on the fresh white snow. a dwelling that I can only fathom living in when I grow older and wiser. This place seems magical. all gathered around the Christmas tree. the gentle touch of the light breeze that passes through the valley and the sight of all the beautiful houses only remind me of the holidays I spend at home. Each house is accompanied by its own Christmas tree. not even a garage. and showing that not everything is perfect all the time The smell of the different varieties of trees. A place where I can have a good relationship with all of my neighbors and meet every Sunday at mass in the center of the town. . Where I don t have to worry about having to pay for a car or gas in a city that does not have a paved street or signal lights. inside and out. The holidays that I spend with the family and friends. along with different ornaments and a beautiful star.
And as night falls.-4This place seems like it is a century behind the rest of the world. . Christmas in a small village. I can just sit and relax in the front of the fire as the smoke swirls up into the night sky of dream village.