✴ Damien ✴
The snowman-building competition was officially over. Parents, children, and volunteers milled about, chatting animatedly as they admired the various creations. Group one’s snowmen were still standing proudly, a testament to the joy and creativity the kids had poured into them. The framed photos and the winning snow globe had already been handed out, leaving an air of satisfaction lingering among the participants. I stepped inside the community hall to check on Emily’s section. The aroma of gingerbread and icing hit me immediately, a comforting reminder of Christmases past. The tables were covered in festive chaos. Sprinkles scattered like snow, tubes of frosting discarded in favor of eager hands, and half-assembled houses that ranged from architectural marvels to amusing disas
