The falling snow created an illusion of magic of the scene. Donner expertly guided his sleigh so as not jar any of the passengers. The laughter of the boys warmed Donner in a way only a child's laughter could.
After several slow turns past ornately decorated trees the path broadened from a trail into a full blown lane that had been laid down in cobblestone. On either side of the lane were two tall lampposts with flickering lights in them; a wreath hung from each post. The lane was brushed clear of snow; all ice had been melted away.
Past the lampposts was a quaint village. Each stone building had a red bow tied at its peak and a wreath on the door; icicles hung from the roofs. There was a lit lamppost at the end of the front lane to each house. Some yards had snowmen and others forts. A couple of the yards even had ice sculptures.
In the center of the main street was the tallest Christmas tree that any of them had ever seen. One or two of the bigger buildings had storefront windows containing toys; another had baked goods on display. Yet another building was full of people drinking from steaming mugs.
There were vendors of all sorts; flowers, wreaths, candles and more. Laughter could be heard on the wind.
Beyond all of this though was a castle. Its peaks were green and red with gold stars on top. The windows all had shutters.
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