Great things about being blind. The smell of pine trees.

The other day, I walked past a lot selling christmas trees.  I breathed in the piny smell and it really brought back wonderful memories of putting up and decorating trees.  Of sitting under the tree.  Of touching all of the wrapped gifts and guessing what they were.  Of singing carols.  Of christmas baking.  Of surprises you had for others.  All of that with just one sniff of pine!