Christmas Scents
Pumpkin pie and gingerbread men smell sweet.
Their perfume fills my nostrils and creates stories
in my imagination.
Peppermint Pipers songs dance across my taste buds;
hot chocolate and cinnamon fresh scents mingle with a towering scotch pine filled with glass globes
and candy canes.
My memory recalls the succulent scent of cookies,
freshly baked and waiting for us kids.
Pull-candy, buttery and so melt-in-your-mouth creamy
that it coated my tongue like some food-of-the-gods.
Aunts who could bake their way around the world,
bringing tasty treats for our annual Christmas dinner;
we kids knew that dessert would be a sensation.
How could it taste any better than this?
After the reading of the Christmas story,
came the opening of presents.
My great Aunt always fell asleep after dinner;
she’d awaken to us kids screaming with elation
as we opened the vibrantly colored boxes.
My parent’s always stressed the joy of giving
so sometimes, we made our gifts;
they were enjoyed just as much as the store bought ones.
Sometimes, generosity is found in, the simplest of gifts;
it takes so little to spread joy.
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