In Christmases' past, I have written about the colors of Christmas (think red and green and white), the sounds of Christmas (think Jingle Bells and favorite Christmas caroles)... but this year I'm going to write about the scenes of Christmas.
First of all there's those wonderful aromas coming from kitchens — apple pies fresh out of the oven, sprinkled with cinnamon. There's the sharp aroma of peppermint candy canes (not those fake plastic ones, but real candy striped red and white and ready to be licked).
There's the scent of pine as the real Christmas tree is set up in its metal stand, ready to be decorated. There's the tangy smell of balsam wreaths hung on doors everywhere with fat red bows tied on.
But best of all is the sharp scent of cold Vermont air that you inhale when you go outside. It sears your lungs and clouds of "smoke" hit the cold air.
Unless, of course, global warming takes the chill off winter. Let's hope not.
Dottie O'Brien is a copywriter who retired to Manchester Village, but can't seem to stop writing.