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.

The things that make me different are the things that make me.

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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