Christmas Walks

Dear Heart,
It's that time of year again! Why does Christmas have its own particular smell? It isn't a taste so much as a feeling that you can catch in your nose. It's something cool and crisp and clean, the kind of thing you want to bathe in.
Here is Pippin; dressed to impress. We went for a special walk, just the two of us, down to the lake first thing in the morning. There was nobody else about, save two dew drops clinging to a branch.
Love, Lydia x