So, today I was having a quiet afternoon when the postman arrived.
He had a huge box for me. A friend of mine had told me he had sent something by mail, but a box that big wasn't what I was thinking about.
It was his late-Christmas parcel for me.
When I opened the box, which by the way, was very very pretty, the scent of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and all other spices filled the air, and my mind too.
There were cookies, chocolate pieces and candy (for my sweet tooth). Also a book with poems and a little statue of a Guardian Angel.
It took me to another place and time, to a fairy tale, to a children's book in which an old Granny baked cookies for her Grandchildren and Neighbours.
I love recieving parcels, letters and so. It just makes me feel really happy to recieve them, to write them, to choose the paper, the pen with which you are going to write and the envelope, I love to take them to the mail, to look at the stamps, to wait until the other person recieves it, and to recieve the answer...and it starts all over again.
Have a nice week.

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