I miss the smell of Christmas in Winter, the hint of burgamot and other heavenly spices twining through the air, evergreen and apple cinnamon candles burning bright. Outside, a full moon shines down upon a beautiful snow-laden ground, ice reflecting like dancing crystal fairies. Inside, we are toasty warm beside each other, smiles light. Of velvet and pumpkin spices, everywhere reds, whites and greens, people singing holy Christmas carols, young faces all acheer with delight, for Christmas is here! Presents tied with smart little bows, even the little dog knows, his gift is here.