Imagine this: We are sitting at a cozy table by a frosted window. A dog or two snoozes at our feet, and the gentle hum of holiday music is in the background. On the table between us sits a pot of freshly brewed coffee and some yummy pastry. Outside, snowflakes dance and swirl to the ground, painting our small part of the world in a soft blanket of white. It’s December in our neck of the woods, and the magic of the season is all around. Goodness, I almost waxed poetic there, d

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