Six frosty dreams

When twilight is frosty and calm, it seems so nice to feel the mild heat of fire in the old chimney, get sleepy and see wonderful dreams, like those from childhood. I dreamt six of them, and they are all here, on the light sketches of watercolor. Here are the charming aroma of coffee and needles, the shine of decorations and wrappers, the magic of cristal balls, the sweet expectation of mistery. And what do you see in your dreams?