Ice Flowers

"... Little Marie was sitting near the fireplace and trying to remember her favorite Christmas song. Everything around was sleeping in deep silence, just The Fire was telling a story about Dancing Sparkles.
Suddenly a soft knock fall on Marie's ears and she turned to window. The little girl came closer and carefully opened a curtain.
- Oh! - Marie's eyes opened. - So gorgeous work, Mr. Frost!
 All window was painted with Iridescent White Ice Flowers... "

 I wish you to see this wonder on your window at Christmas.
I'd love to see it too, but... Mr. Frost keeps of Portugal...

Have a wonderful weekend!

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