It was beautiful. An old wooden cottage decorated with Christmas lights. Its roof covered with layers of fresh snow. There were people inside, laughing and celebrating. Their footsteps leading into the house. Perfectly shaped Christmas tree stood in front of the house, its branches slightly bent from the heavy snow. Silly looking snowman was protecting the house, but he didn't notice that someone left the whole bag of nicely wrapped gifts right on the doorstep.
“It's perfect,“ he said to the lady behind the counter.
“I will take it!“ She gave him the crystal ball.
“My daughter will love it.”
“It's perfect,“ he said to the lady behind the counter.
“I will take it!“ She gave him the crystal ball.
“My daughter will love it.”
