In the living room, still decorated with the first winter garlands, the atmosphere is calm and warm.
Nala has settled down on the sofa, a hot mug in her hands, watching her three creative little tornadoes out of the corner of her eye. The dogs, Texas and Vanille, have already found their place: snuggled up among the cushions, perfectly installed to observe the scene.
On the mat, the girls are concentrated - highly concentrated even.
Around them: scissors, glue, colorful catalogs and carefully cut-out pictures.
It's the highlight of the year.
The one where we prepare the letter to Santa Claus.
Lying on her stomach, Vanilla cuts out each toy with adorable precision.
Beside her, Zoé compares the pages of the catalog:
- «Do you think we can fit two presents or is that too much?»
Rachel, seated by the coffee table, draws stars and little hearts around her list.
Every detail counts: after all, Santa needs to see how good they've been.
Nala smiled.
She looks at this happy bustle, this suspended moment... and savors it.
It's these moments that create memories.
Once the letters are finished, decorated and folded, it's time to go.
Coats are pulled on, hats are put on askew, boots slap against the ground.
And everyone leaves the mailbox Santa Mail waiting for them.
The cold stings the cheeks a little, but the excitement warms everything up.
Rachel steps forward first, her letter clutched to her pink bonnet.
Vanilla follows, a little intimidated but amazed by the red box.
Mom gently opens the trapdoor.
- «Go ahead, put it in... Santa will get it tonight.»
The letter slips.
A small plop resonates in the metal.
And as always, a magical silence follows...
The one where you think you can hear the sleigh bells, somewhere in the distance.
Every year, there's something unique about this moment.
The lists change, and so do the drawings, but the emotion remains the same:
a mixture of magic, sweetness and great expectations.
The girls go skipping off, convinced they've accomplished something huge.
Nala is still savoring the scene as she closes the door behind them.
The house smells of Christmas.
And the countdown can officially begin. 🎄✨
And very soon... it'll be time to put on the coats and admire the pretty decorations in the stores.
One place in particular awaits you...
The Fabrique Enchantée opens its doors soon. ✨🎄
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