Christmas tale by Alexei Mikhailov. The Christmas Eve of my fantasies. The little church in the woods. walk, ski, sled, snowshoe to church and then home to have hot chocolate (hot toddies) by the fire while waiting for Santa.
Crispy wind and crunchy bright red holly berries in the snow crust makes winter special in its way from other seasons - Annoying sometimes with the cold, but SO beautiful - and no heavy flower gardening work was required! A feast for the birds.