He sips a cup of cafe latte by the fireplace and dips a chocolate chip cookie into it, then, takes a bite...Frost's almost biting his pointed nose. He lives all by himself...old and yet...unknowing what lies beyond...even when Christmas is about to fall.
He hears children's carols in the air and then, it goes silent....He is grinning and yet, though Christmas is cold...and the winter nips his knees with his pants on...he remembers the time when he was young...
The wooden floor seems ricketty as he takes another sip from his cup of cafe latte and he glances by the window where his Christmas lights light up in diverse colorful lights...
The night is silent and yet colorful; he turns around, and sees red eyes underneath dark huge cloak standing by the fireplace beckoning him...
The cafe latte cup falls from his grasp onto the old wooden floor and he falls!
Then, he holds his thoughts, standing as bright white light before him flashes and invites him in!
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