I grew up going Christmas Caroling with my family on Christmas eve. We would walk around to our neighbor’s houses, knock on their doors, and sing carols when they answered. The best years were the ones when there was snow, made even more special by the fact that we weren’t ever guaranteed to have a white Christmas. Those years when there was snow on the ground were pure magic! I think that’s where this cozy scene came from; those memories of when there was snow and the light from our neighbor’s houses would spill out when they opened the door. 

Rendered with pastels and colored pencils and a little digital magic.