Green holly wreaths hang from the doors and windows. Through the windows rays of light are emerging. Thin, gray, smoke puffs out of the three red brick chimney. Pointy, prickly, evergreen trees surround the house. Jagged looking trees that have no leaves are also standing tall.
White trim is around the door frame and upstairs windows and rough shingles line the ebony roof.
The black shutters match. Between the joy-filled hotel and the little shop is a stone wall about knee high. A path from there on winds down through a dirty, white, wood gate. Beyond that point is a stone bridge that a jingling sleigh rolls over. A horse pulling a slick, blue, sleigh comes to a halt right in front of the hotel.