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."
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. 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." Elena smiled, the lines around her eyes deepening