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Smells Like Christmas

While decorating my Christmas tree I got to thinking about how many Christmas memories I have that are tied to scent. All of the wonderful smells of Christmas like pine and a wood fire bring back memories of Christmas Eve camp outs in front of the fireplace, baking with Ginger and mom or putting up the tree.

But alas here I am putting up a fake tree in my apartment where real trees and wood fireplaces are both taboo. Lucky for me I have a creative brain that can conjure up Christmas memories from rather, shall we say, unusual scents.

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Take Tuesday for example, Tuesdays are running days. My usual run takes me up and over the Granville bridge, down past Granville Island, around the seawall, over the Cambie bridge, thru Yaletown and back home. As I crossed the bridge watching the setting sun my nose was assaulted by the fumes of an old beater barrelling down the road. The smell instantly reminded me of my grandpa and his skidoo. Every year after a good amount of snow had fallen my grandpa would head out to one of his 5 or 6 sheds and haul out the skidoo. I loved the skidoo. Grandpa would take me for rides up the mountain behind our house or down through the trees to uncle Pete’s house, we would go out to the wood pile to get a load of wood or sometimes we would just loop round and around the field below our house. Me sitting on the back of the skidoo holding on for dear life with the exception of the time where I didn’t hold on for dear life and I fell off of the back of the skidoo and was ran over by a sled we were pulling carrying Ginger and my grandma. So many memories brought back by one single little smell.

Although I will not be coming home to the smell of Christmas tree and a burning fire for now pine scented candles and Charlie cat under the tree will do. And hopefully one day soon that old beater will drive by me again.

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