There are many aromas connected with Christmas. Together they can evoke emotions and memories.
Pine
I remember the tree, each year a new one, but always the same laughter, exasperation as the tree in pot is carried through the patio door and placed in it's corner. The comments about the smell as the bruised needles let forth their scent. Then begins the decorating, each person thinking they know how it should proceed. The lights, the tinsel, the decorations. Each one carefully unwrapped from it tissue wrapper and placed on the tree, each one bringing memories of Christmas' past, of those who are no longer with us.
Then the magic begins. The lights in the room are turned out and the glow of the fire catches the ornaments, then the tiny lights are turned on and the tree springs to life, twinkling in fairy light.
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