Conjure Oils Yule 2011 Limited Edition Perfume Oil (Limited)
A pale little girl sat in a field
Raising a castle from snow.
"You shouldn't be out here, you'll catch a cold!"
A passerby started to scold.
"I am out here, and here I shall stay, building my castles of snow.
For I'm all alone in this world and have no other place to call home."
"Little girl, don't you cry, for I've come bearing gifts;
Of warm, cozy nights
And daybreaks, so bright.
Just close your eyes and take hold my hand."
"Where are we going?"
"To your own winter wonderland."
With a snap of his fingers, and a clap of his hands
They shrunk to the size of two grains of sand
Then all of a sudden, the two were inside
A magnificent palace of ivory, so white.
Seated before an amber fire, lay the little girl's most sincere desire
A beautiful mother, with beauty and grace
And a father with a kind and generous face.
The little girl cried tears of absolute glee
As the passerby smiled, exiting silently.
From the little snow castle that was now the girl's home
No teardrops or sadness, just acres to roam.
As the kindly stranger went on his way
He waved a good-bye and boarded his sleigh.
The scent of holiday dreams come true: Powder fine sugar and snow, the stillness of clear iced amber, soft tendrils of hearth fire smoke and the welcoming gentle scent of oven fresh gingerbread slices dusted with just enough holiday magic.
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