White Christmas [1]

Grandmother is knitting colorful socks in an old wooden rocking chair that squeaks rhythmically like a pendulum. Lit by the crackling flames, the holly garland father hung above the fireplace looks even more brilliant. Mother is in the kitchen preparing dishes that smell too good for the children to resist. Beyond the glass that turns into crystal at a single breath, the city is gradually covered in silver, reflecting the red faces and eyes as clear as the water of Lake Avalon." "Ah~ Let us make a wish~