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The Dreariest Celebration Of The Year

𝔍𝔞 𝔫𝔦𝔦𝔫 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔲 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔦 𝔧𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔞𝔰 𝔓𝔬𝔥𝔧𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔞𝔫,
𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔲 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔦 𝔧𝔬 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔦𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫.
𝔍𝔞 𝔨𝔲𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔫𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔯𝔨𝔨𝔞𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦 𝔩𝔲𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔞𝔞𝔫
𝔧𝔬 𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔦𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔥𝔦𝔫.
𝔐𝔲𝔱𝔱' 𝔶𝔩𝔥ää𝔩𝔩ä 𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞 𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔩ä 𝔬𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫,
𝔰𝔢 𝔥ä𝔨𝔨𝔦, 𝔪𝔦 𝔰𝔲𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔨𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔧𝔞𝔦𝔫,
𝔧𝔞 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔲𝔱 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔫;
𝔬𝔦, 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔞 𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔧𝔞𝔫?

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔰' 𝔰𝔶𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔲𝔬𝔨𝔰𝔲𝔲 𝔫𝔶𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫,
𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔫 𝔬𝔨𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔲𝔩𝔧𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔭𝔲𝔲𝔫,
𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰' 𝔰𝔦𝔦𝔫𝔱ää𝔭𝔦 𝔳𝔢𝔢𝔱, 𝔳𝔦𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔬𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔞𝔥𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫
𝔧𝔞 𝔰ää 𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔲𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔨𝔬𝔨𝔲𝔲𝔫.
𝔍𝔞 𝔈𝔱𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔭𝔞 𝔨𝔞𝔲𝔨𝔞𝔞 𝔪ä 𝔨𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔫ää𝔫,
𝔞𝔥, 𝔱ää 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔨𝔨𝔦 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔞 𝔧𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔞𝔭𝔦 𝔭ää𝔫,
𝔧𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔩𝔪𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦 𝔩𝔢𝔥𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔦,
𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔬𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔳𝔬𝔦!

𝔖ä 𝔱ä𝔥𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱ä 𝔨𝔦𝔯𝔨𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔶𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔦 𝔩𝔲𝔬
𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔖𝔲𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔦 𝔨𝔞𝔲𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔫!
𝔍𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔲𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔲 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔲𝔦𝔨𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔦 𝔱𝔲𝔬,
𝔰𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔞 𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔧𝔢𝔫!
𝔖𝔢𝔫 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞 𝔱𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞 𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱ää𝔫 𝔪𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔞,
𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔧𝔞 𝔨𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔩' 𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔖𝔲𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔪𝔞𝔞!
𝔍𝔞 𝔨𝔦𝔦𝔱𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔲 𝔰𝔬𝔦 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔫
𝔧𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔦 𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔫.

A lone cottage stands in the middle of an opening in the dense Finnish forest. Dim light luminates from inside. A mumbled song plays from inside. It's Sylvia's Christmas carol. Maybe there is life inside...