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As the red open sleigh slid across the winter paved road in the middle of the snow covered forest, the soft bells that hung on the sled jingled signaling to everyone that they was a sleigh coming. The ivory horse trampled on top of the snow, dragging the sleigh like a reindeer through the dark night. Her butler; who wore a long black coat, red gloves along with a scarf sang the traditional Christmas song, "Jingle Bells" happily. His long white hair placed in a ponytail swished as his head moved to the melancholy beat of his singing. She sighed heavily as she grabbed a hold of her right hands wrist. "Can you sing anything else but that annoying song?" she requested. He gave out a laugh, "I'm in the Christmas spirit, Misses! It is after all Christmas day." "Well get out of that spirit, Winston." she snipped. "I do believe that it was you, Misses, that requested we visit Sir Penton on this day. Heaving the Christmas presents for the orphaned children's." he mentioned.
Her cold eyes glared at the golden and red wrapped presents that sat beside her. She shook her head, awing at what she was about to do. The grip around her right wrist became tighter. It was because she had said something she shouldn't have when she denied Sir Pentons' request to join him at the orphanage for a Christmas Eve dinner. She admitted for the first time in years, that she was the cause of the forever winter in the country. Her hatred for the humans that treated her wrongly was still in her heart and because of this, she turned into a cold bitter selfish woman who only cared about herself. Though he was the only thing that finally melted that frigid heart of hers.
And so as an apology for being ruthless and selfish about whom she spent her inheritance money on what she described, "Worthless Human Children"; She bought the orphaned children gifts she assumed they would enjoy. Her eyes gazed down at the blue satin sashes she wore around her waist of her pure white dress. A soft smile flew across her stone cold face as she remembered the song her best friend sang about her favorite things before she passed away. She sang about how she loved the raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens. But most of all, she loved girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Closing her eyes, she sighed out a, "Dashing through the snow..." Winstons head slightly turned around to get a glimpse of his misses. He chuckled softly, turning back around to face the front. "In a one horse open sleigh!!" he sang boisterously.