Recently, on my way home from the gym, I walked by a stand selling Christmas trees and holiday greenery (in New York City, these pop up on street corners every December). I loved getting the chance to smell that wonderful fragrance of Christmas tree.
It struck me: I’ve done a lot of holiday decorating, but we don’t have any holiday smells.
Because it’s so hard to deal with a real tree in a New York City apartment, and because we always spend a week at my parents’ house at Christmas — where my mother puts up the largest and most gorgeous display of holiday decorations you’ve ever seen — we don’t put up a live tree. We use a small grove of tabletop, goose-feather trees to show off our ornaments. I’ve been collecting one ornament a year since I was a baby, and my girls have, too, so we have quite a few.
But an artificial tree doesn’t have a smell.