Mutli-hued halos dance upon sparkling diamond mounds of cold powder, pushing back the darkness.
Smiling faces of package laden passersby, cheeks rouged by Jack Frost, exchange salutations of the season.
Music spills from garland festooned sidewalk Mom & Pop’s, drawing caroling shoppers across their thresholds.
Crisp breezes shuttle new snowflakes to and fro as the peals of children’s laughter break through all else.
My face aches from joyful expression of emotion. My favorite time of year.