Christmas comes again

It Happened Recently outside the supermarket, on an uncharacteristically warm day for late November in Massachusetts. As I left the store with sacks of groceries, I noticed Christmas wreaths hung on a stand. And I couldn't resist doing something I do at least once every holiday season.

Balancing the food, I stuck my face into one of those wreaths and drew a deep breath. Once more, I drifted back on the characteristic whiff of balsam...

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