The gentle hum of the fireplace crackled in the background, casting dancing shadows across the walls of the spacious living room. Outside, snow continued to fall in slow, dreamy flakes, frosting the windows with delicate lace. Inside, however, warmth was king—both in temperature and in spirit.
The children were finally tucked away upstairs, their cheeks still rosy from the day's snow-filled competitions and candy-coated chaos. Their laughter now replaced by the faintest hush of dreams, giving the adults a moment of rare serenity.
Downstairs, the living room had transformed into a sanctuary of festive mirth. Everyone was gathered in their own little worlds, yet all part of the same cozy constellation orbiting the fireplace. Pajamas were the unspoken dress code of the night—each group a constellation of their own.
