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"You see," Alexandru said, raising his glass. "People say 'Ce Crăciun era odată' because they think those times are gone. But 'once upon a time' is just waiting for someone to remember it. Tonight, we didn't just remember it. We lived it."

On Christmas Eve, the frost was so sharp it could snap a twig in mid-air. Alexandru gathered the village youth. He taught them the colinde —the ancient songs that weren't just melodies, but blessings for the household.

As the bells of the wooden church rang out for the midnight service, the village felt timeless. The snow continued to fall, tucking the world into a white, silent peace, just as it had done for a thousand years.