Or maybe more like odd icicles melting musically with whimsical chimes music. Either way, it's time for long prowling nights for nocturnal creatures, frigid temperatures for the cold-blooded, and snow for the well-camouflaged white beings.
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake." - from "Winter-Time" by Robert Louis Stevenson.
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