Chilly

Chilly

A nighttime freeze puts a crunchy white crust atop the farm fields, a non-caloric reminder of the whipped cream on our pumpkin pies. The sun bursts defiantly through the baring trees; the sky is filled with angel formations. We know it’s officially Christmas season with all these tidings of great joy.
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