”Christmas (noun) = The only time of the year one can sit in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of socks.”
It was December – the month of early sunsets, soft pillows, big sweaters, warm tea and long talks beside the fire.
Snow flakes were soundlessly falling down from heaven, filling hearts with desire. Magic. No one could hear it, but everyone could feel it. They believed it. Life didn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful. They knew life was for deep kisses, late night conversations, strange adventures, midnight walks, spreading kindness and enjoying the little things like freshly baked cookies. Lights were brighter, snow was whiter, sweaters were bigger, books were thicker, kissing was nicer, hearts were closer, people were softer.
It was December – the month when the nights were crisp, and all they were wishing for was peace.
(Update: Oups, I noticed I forgot to write sugar in the recipe. I used approx. 1.5 dl coconut sugar.)