The thick canopy above covered in a gentle layer of white snowfall blocks out
most of the sunlight.  There is a soft sprinkle of white on the floor and a
cool but not chilling breeze dances between the trees. Everything is virtually
silent with but a whisper in the air like some scene from a holiday movie.
Hung carefully on a string between two trees is a small dusk of mistle toe.
Far in the distance you can hear the jingling of bells.
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