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It's Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Sweden. With the sun rising, a soft layer of white powder lies untouched and smooth on the ground. It also rests on the branches and trunks of the tall, thin trees, gathering in mounds and layers. The scene is tranquil, a place to be peacefully solitary.

Ahh, that day is here. Everyone is in their ugly Christmas sweaters, perhaps sipping hot cocoa between bouts of family time and marathons of blasted Christmas songs. Wrappings are strewn everywhere and the atmosphere is warm and bright. Snowflakes fall to cover the ground in a blanket of white and when you look outside you realize how lucky you are because your family is nearby and you received all these new trinkets. Life is good and your soul is at peace.

I hope these are the encasing emotions you are all feeling on this wonderful, beautiful day. <3

I wish you all the Merriest of Christmases.


xx Nicole Rose
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  1. StarGirl25.12.14

    I wish it was snowing *sighs* but life is good and it's beautiful.

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  2. A.25.12.14

    Merry Christmas to you x

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  3. Jenny Jiang25.12.14

    Happy holidays! (: (Except it's really weird because there isn't snow on the ground where I live, and that's really strange for Wisconsin.)

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  4. O Williams25.12.14

    whoaaa your blog design is amazing *o* I've never seen anything like it

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  5. jordan sky25.12.14

    Merry Christmas to you as well!

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  6. Miss Elephantess (Devanshi)25.12.14

    Merry Christmas, Rosie! xx

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  7. Kat26.12.14

    Merry Christmas. Enjoy the new year!
    P.S I adore the new design and name:)

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