Scents of Christmas
Scents of Christmas
To smell the smell of pine
Artificial, though it may be,
When all year long it is missed
Except in shaving crème.
When Daddy scraped some limbs
Fallen in a Christmas tree yard,
Enticing, inviting, how we want the scents
In the house on the mantle, near hidden cigars.
The steam of a punch bowl of hot wassel.
Faint. Faint hanging mistletoe bents
The paste of handmade paper chains in the kitchen,
Memories, memories, of Christmas scents.
The sizzle of the fireplace, the soap bubbles of children,
Imaginary chimneys where Santa swings by,
He carries dreams in baskets of perfumed needles,
Blowing through the midnight sky.
Memories, memories of Christmas scents.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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