Picture this: you’re walking down Main Street, U.S.A., the smell of cookies is floating out of The Confectionary, holiday music surrounds you like the warm hugs Olaf likes, Cinderella’s castle awaits, it’s snowing…wait, rewind. It’s snowing? Yup! Snow! Well, snoap, beautiful, fluffy snowflakes made of soap, if we are being technical. As a December baby, Christmas has always been my vibe. The joy of the Christmas season is infectious, and I’d likely live in a Christmas bubble permanently if I could. And living in New England often feels like winter never ends. You can’t convince me that there is anything more magical than when you combine the magic of the…