Blond haired Seal

The floor was still the same. The feet were a bit larger and older. When they were younger they zoomed triggered by darkness and the creatures of the night. As time passed, they slowed down and the creatures shushed. The pathway became comfortable. Once a year it led to Christmas. When the steps fade the pathway still remembers. If the visitor forgets its magical attributes the pathway echoes Christmas in its memory the remaining 11 months. So every time the pathway is frequented the pine tree is seen and smelt back from oblivion. The childlike Christmas spirit is awakened yet the floor is still the same.