Music Recommendation: The First Noel by Carrie Underwood.
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THE SLOW MUSIC OF THE SEASON goes playing on an ancient gramophone in the silent halls of the Manor. A carol, it seems, bearing a singing voice worthy of a Grammy. The many rooms of the mansion are awash in this christmas song, marking the innards with the lovely whisperings.
The morning dawns as the 25th of the last annual month and winter is greatly pronounced in the area.
Outside the mansion, the landscape is all white with the trees around nearly invisible in the drizzle of snows. The world was immaculate, it's purity marked by the gray ambience. In the reclused countryside which the Hallow Manor calls its home, only crying crows grant a flicker of existence in the persistent snowfall.
Of course their near cousins, the ravens are not left out in the shrill calls of winter. However, of the two species of blackbirds, the crows delight much more than the ravens.
