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A tale of oranges with a taste of winter .
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Somewhere far, far away, in a country where it is always warm, the most cheerful oranges in the world grew. They hung on the trees all day long, listened to the whisper of palm trees and teased the sun with their bright color. But one day, one little orange, named Orange, heard about winter from a flying seagull.
- What is winter? - he asked, his peel sparkling.
- Oh, it's magic! - answered the seagull. - White snow, fluffy hats, hot chocolate and garlands that sparkle brighter than the stars!
Since then, Orange could not calm down. He dreamed of seeing snow, wrapping himself in a scarf and at least once riding a sled. But how? Oranges can't travel!
And then December came. People started collecting oranges in boxes to send them to distant snowy lands. Orangey beamed happily: his dream was about to come true!
When the box with oranges was opened somewhere in a snowy market, Orangey saw how people were laughing, buying tangerines and oranges for the holidays. Someone was choosing them for the New Year's table, someone was making juice, and one girl (yes, it was me!) carefully put it in a vase.
Orangey was happy. He became part of a winter miracle: the room smelled of a Christmas tree, candles and citrus aroma. Snow sparkled outside the window, and the garland played on its peel.
That's the story! And you know, every orange in December is a little bit of magic. They seem to absorb the warmth of the southern sun to give it to us in the coldest month of the year. So if you love winter like me, add some orange warmth to it.
With love, your Maria.

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