Immaculate white velvet kisses. Covering little wooden cabin by the lake in peaceful quiet, not a sound. Christmas trees in nature standing perfectly still, shivering in winter’s cold. Waiting patiently for cozy nights to come along. With a family sitting around the fire drinking hot chocolate singing Christmas songs. It’s the memory of my childhood. When my folks were still around. The time for new memories is now, feelings of deja vu on my minds