With the arrival of this winter’s first snow, the elfs have delivered a letter for the family you were born into: I went through our fireplace this morning, as I looked to our window to see this season’s first snow. 🏡 To my true bone of life, @MansionOfGhislaine, I’ve been wanting to make this holiday as special as it should be! With this devotion, I’m wishing you, a Merry merry Christmas! 🎅🏻❤️

Sincerely,
Jung Sungchan.

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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. @MansionOfGhislaine, 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,
Kim Stella! 🪄☃️
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Snow rehearses its fall around the world, as if happiness were a quiet agreement, au calme—per sempre. I keep choosing your name in soft repetition, threading it through pauses and low light, letting the silence learn our shape, @MansionOfGhislaine — you'll be in my heart. Mérci for standing between me and the cold, for guarding what trembles but stays. Let this melody breathe in the snowfall, lentement, dolcemente, until the night loosens its grip. May we remain where winter is kind, where time moves softly, and the music knows when to linger. ☃️🎄

Sealed with warmth,
ghislaine's stella

The city hits December like a blade. Air sharp, lights dimming, snow piling up until it swallows whole footprints like they were never there. Everything feels fragile, like one wrong breath could shut the whole season down. But then @MansionOfGhislaine shows up again, proof that warmth can still survive in a world that forgot how to hold it. Maybe this winter will take more than it gives, maybe the night won't crack open until the year finally collapses, but if we ever find ourselves in the same Christmas again, I hope it's the version where we choose the warmth over the wreckage. ✶

Warm until the world resets,
Ghislaine’s Ella. <3
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