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A December Evening at Avondale:
The sun dips low over Nichols Hills, casting a soft winter glow across the corner of Avondale Drive and Belford Avenue. The lights along the roofline flicker to life, warm and golden, outlining a home that feels like it was built for this very season.
You pull into the drive, and before you even step inside, you can hear laughter drifting from somewhere in the house— kids negotiating whether it’s too early for s’mores, someone queuing up holiday music, the soft clinking of glasses being set out for the evening. The front door opens to the comforting scent of a wood-burning fireplace, and the kind of quiet luxury that doesn’t try too hard… it just is.
Inside, the rooms unfold one after another: glowing, inviting, layered with textures of stone, wood, and warmth. Friends gather around the kitchen island, oversized stockings hang near one of the fireplaces, and the French doors along the back showcase a courtyard ready for winter nights wrapped in blankets and stories.
You wander outside for a moment, where the patio lights sparkle against the stonework. Someone has already set out the marshmallows, and there’s a throw blanket folded over the arm of a chair with your name all over it. The kind of simple comfort that feels rare now. The kind you want to hold onto.
And standing there, half an acre of privacy around you, the house glowing behind you, you realize something:
This isn’t just where holidays happen. This is where they become tradition.
Welcome to 6638 Avondale Drive. Where every December evening feels like a memory you’ve somehow known your whole life.
Updated Description:
A December Evening at Avondale:
The sun dips low over Nichols Hills, casting a soft winter glow across the corner of Avondale Drive and Belford Avenue. The lights along the roofline flicker to life, warm and golden, outlining a home that feels like it was built for this very season.
You pull into the drive, and before you even step inside, you can hear laughter drifting from somewhere in the house— negotiating whether it’s too early for s’mores, someone queuing up holiday music, the soft clinking of glasses being set out for the evening. The front door opens to the comforting scent of a wood-burning fireplace, and the kind of quiet luxury that doesn’t try too hard… it just is.
Inside, the rooms unfold one after another: glowing, inviting, layered with textures of stone, wood, and warmth. Friends gather around the kitchen island, oversized stockings hang near one of the fireplaces, and the French doors along the back showcase a courtyard ready for winter nights wrapped in blankets and stories.
You wander outside for a moment, where the patio lights sparkle against the stonework. Someone has already set out the marshmallows, and there’s a throw blanket folded over the arm of a chair with your name all over it. The kind of simple comfort that feels rare now. The kind you want to hold onto.
And standing there, half an acre of privacy around you, the house glowing behind you, you realize something:
This isn’t just where holidays happen. This is where they become tradition.
Welcome to 6638 Avondale Drive. Where every December evening feels like a memory you’ve somehow known your whole life.
