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The lyrics drifted through the air like the scent of the cinnamon tea cooling on the table. Mihai paused, holding a delicate glass ornament—a red apple with faded gold glitter. He remembered being seven years old, standing on a stool while his mother held his waist, reaching for the highest branch.

Elena smiled, the lines around her eyes deepening with warmth. "And I told you that if you waited until Christmas Eve, the real magic would happen." Colinde - Fuego - Impodobeste mama bradul

"Do you remember this one?" he asked, his voice softening. "I tried to bite it because I thought it was real." The lyrics drifted through the air like the