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So I am a bit late, but thought I would share. In Oregon the smell of Christmas is that fresh cut pine tree, that you either picked up down the street, or slogged off and cut down yourself. So, two days after Thanksgiving, off we went to th tree farm to cut one down...i was a but oppossed to the idea sure to the needley mess, fire hazard it could become, but when in Oregon...

I got called a Scrooge often because of my non-attachment to the tree, we always had a fake one, and it didn't smell like Christmas to me, smelled like the forest, or one of those cheap air fresheners...and those needles...

Then, a few days before Christmas, I came home got our of our car...and there it was...that smell, that beautiful smell of Christmas. Mom? I thought...no way, too cold here...i entered or home as the smell increased, my insides were dancing that dance of pure joy as I rounded the corner to or kitchen to see...



Now, now it was Christmas. Thank you to my beautiful wife who doesn't the next two days perfecting its goodness!