A weathered red station wagon with classic wood-panel sides crests a gentle rise, its roof bearing a freshly cut Christmas tree—tied down with simple twine. It winds along a narrow, snow-dusted drive flanked by timeworn split-rail fencing and towering oaks whose bare limbs arch overhead.
In the distance, a warmly lit homestead stands at the end, its porch aglow with festive garlands and wreaths, surrounded by long, lush grass just kissed by winter’s first dusting. The whole scene feels timeless and serene, a quiet, hopeful journey home for the holidays.
In the distance, a warmly lit homestead stands at the end, its porch aglow with festive garlands and wreaths, surrounded by long, lush grass just kissed by winter’s first dusting. The whole scene feels timeless and serene, a quiet, hopeful journey home for the holidays.