Eye of the soul

And we have snow. It's not much, but the air smells of cold. You can feel the Christmas spirit. I can't wait to bake gingerbread cookies and decorate our tiny Xmas tree.

What day is it?”
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.

A.A. Milne (via an-old-fashionedgirl)

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