Well, the tree is now up. It is quite lovely with the exception of one major detail. The former smell of Christmas that emanated the air is no longer there. It has been replaced with this smell. The smell of a fake tree...that sat in the attic for month after month...the attic of old people...the attic that also housed MoTh BaLLs!!
Who uses moth balls?? There has to be another way to protect the treasures you keep.
Anyway...the smell. You know the one, with the live tree...the pine, the fresh smell of the wood, and the sap. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed it. Now it's gone.
It's okay. I am a teacher. I am completely armed with every Yuletide flavor of candle you can imagine from years and years of thoughtful Christmas gifts. I could try to be authentic with the smell I choose, but I am all out of "pine", and there is no "Muggy Louisiana Heat" candle on the market. I settled for "Winter Wonderland" which could not be further from authentic, but what the heck, neither is the tree.
Lesson: Beggars can't be choosers.