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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

Lewis Carroll 

Saint Francis seems to be warm in his white hat and heavy coat. 

A little magic is never a bad way to end a week. Or a month. Or a year. 

The end of December is so close. I consider this day a reminder to cherish every day. Sometimes the special moments are so bright and visible, like the snowfall. Other times, most times, we have to look a little harder, or, even more often, create them ourselves. But that doesn’t make them any less special. Each one is as unique as the snowflakes that fell outside my door last night.

So enjoy all of them.

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