Christmas and the wedding festivities blended together in delicious ways, forming even the snow—the snow that fell steadily, like confetti to greet a great parade—into celebratory buntings and waves of interesting contours. Everywhere Collie saw pine swags and wreaths, the green pines dappled with white and pale gray ice, so that one looked several times to see the arrangement, the play of pattern and design, before passing on to the next vision. At times like these, riding through the streets in an old-fashioned sledge drawn by a pair of gray Belgians, she felt she had entered a fairy tale. It was all gay, all laughter, and she enjoyed the men, their heavy coats and deep voices, the silly, mad things they shouted to one another. Even George, Eternal George, as Estelle called him, seemed lighter and more interesting in the blanketed cockpit of a sledge. The men wore top hats for a laugh, and they had all placed sprigs of pine in their hatbands, and the women had made the drivers stop so that they could demand their own pine sprigs.
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