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The trees rise in their mirthful regalia, bough garlanded with chromatic baubles and crowned at its zenith by a star of unblemished radiance. Snow has settled in generous drifts this season. @GhostOfMorthen, has your most treasured sweater found querencia upon your shoulders? Your ubiquity has fraternised me through anaemic chapters. From the days when we clutched our wands with endearing ineptitude to hour we learned to concoct our own draughts. I can only pray the winged courier has not consigned this missive astray. Should it be you who reads these lines, may forbearing providence abide faithfully at your side. May that crescent-shaped smile of yours, ever reminiscent of a newborn moon—remains beatitude upon your face. Tell, would you herald Christmas by my side?

Magical Christmas wishes from,
Synth! 🪄☃️
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