It’s finally here! Friday is finally here! And that puts us another day closer to Christmas. How cool is that? Earlier this week, Nana let us choose our favorite goofy Christmas song. Today I’d like to know your favorite Christmas memory associated with one of the five senses.
Could it be Nat King Cole singing about his chestnuts? Or is it not Christmas until you see snow?
For me it was how my mom used to have lots of apples, nuts and candy available, so the house always had a sweet, applenutty smell. And even to this day, that’s what Christmas is to me. That warm nutty smell that slaps you in the face as you run in from the cold and rain.
I would come in and see the light breaking from the kitchen so it could mix with the glow from the television as the local news aired. So where’s mom? In the kitchen, the living room perhaps? Or maybe she’s taking a nap. Then the warmth of the house would enfold me like the proverbial warm blanket and I would feel it permeate from my torso, down to my big toe and up to my eye brows at the same time. Before I could scream “MAMA!”, it would hit me with all its goodness and glory: The sweet, smooth and slightly seductive scent of red delicious apples, granny smiths, pecans, walnuts and peppermint. All co-wafting in a beautiful praise dance dedicated to Christmas. Let the festivities begin.








