It tastes like red wine dark chocolate truffles. It’s flavoured and giddy. It’s bitter-sweet. It’s red and fervid.
It’s all but rush. It’s a time for laughter with tears and red lips. It’s silk and velvet little black dresses and stories of what love could be. It’s friends and hand-made paper decorations. It’s a fluffy round small Christmas tree and naughty thoughts. It’s all but the same old, same old, Christmas songs we don’t even pay attention to any longer, and it’s Vintage Swings instead. It a home-made meal of rolling inspiration. It’s an awe of all tastes. It’s a playful stillness of the heart. It’s candle lights. It’s upright conversations with just the right amount of pauses.
When Christmas is right.
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