Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abund — Tove Jansson
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Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling of reckless extravagance.

— Tove Jansson
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