December 2, 2002
Even though winter is supposed to be a time we think of white, this month always makes me think *green*. Must be the evergreens. I love the smell of freshly-cut Christmas trees, evoking images of snowy forest depths where pine stand close together beneath snowy blankets under the crisp winter sky, the stars cold and bright above. One can almost hear the jingling of sleigh-bells as a regal sled glides past the trees, a man clad in furs within, smiling to himself as he contemplates the next child on his list to receive his heart's desire beneath the fragrant fir.