Let Christmas sing to you in Crosswinds. Awaken to the carol of twittering birds.
Listen to the song of rustling leaves. Brush your feet against crisp, dew-kissed grass. Hear the playful staccato of pine cones joining in the merriment. And as the day dips into night, a chorale of crickets sing you to sleep, and upon its melody, the promise of yet another joyful Christmas tomorrow.
