The howls of the cutting wind slices through the air like sword slicing its foe. White powder falls from the sky as arrows once did in ancient wars. It so was fridget cold out. Swords of ice that are more so known as ice sicles; hung from the roof’s edges like the crystals on a chandelier that hangs down from a ceiling. Bodies of white powder that childen made stood watching the town. Songs of harmonies and carols being sung by friendly neighbors. Houses on streets shined like the North Star with multiple colored lights. Couples rode in horse-drawn sleigh as though it was a modern day car. This was the season of egg nog,tree shaped cookies and gingerbread houses. Colorful wrapped presents under the tree in people’s homes.
This is the Christmas spirit. The December’s cheer. This my friend, is the anthem of December’s Ambition.