Rustic Barn Christmas or Note Card

"There is no telling when the first snow will fall or how long it will stay but that evening the cold crisp air spoke of winter. Great snowflakes large and fast blurred the distant elms covering your path as you walked in boots warmed by a crackling fire, the collar of your fleece-lined jacket pulled up high and snug. You quickly worked through well-practiced barn chores, securing latches, replenishing feed, throwing hay and breaking thin ice in water buckets. The soft winter mist of your breath traveled back and forth between each farm animals’ stall, as you kept warm with movement. Returning to the farmhouse the light of your lantern revealed fresh tracks, now deeper but brief. The fields had turned white, their contours undulating and proud in the winter nights’ glow, the frosty over sized moon from earlier now veiled. Pausing for a moment you heard the snow falling more steady and fine, the scent of evergreens growing ever stronger on the night air. The storm had arrived and in it