In the quiet confines of a grand house,

where shadows dance softly, and whispers rouse,

Just by the flickering glow of the warm fireplace, Caitlyn comfortably sat snugly in her favorite space. Wrapped in a blanket, a cocoon of delight, she savors the warmth of the soft, golden light. Her fingers embrace a mug filled with glee and streaming with comfort—her favorite tea: green tea.

The clock ticks in rhythm, each second a song, As she dreams of her friends, where they all belong, Laughter and joy, the sweet sounds of cheer, awaiting their presence, she holds them near.

Each sip of her tea brings a smile to her face as she thinks of the stories that time can't erase, Memories crafted with ribbons of gold, In the heart of the season, their warmth never cold.