narcissus, lilies, and guttering candles are for me the dominant smells of the season and about right now, with eleven days to go to the actual day, I've had enough of them. I'm done with Christmas. I don't want to see another rosy-cheeked Santa, hear any more melismatic warbling, be suffocated by cinnamon fumes, watch another poor wailing child being dragged through the mall, walk into a tinsel-clad red-nosed plastic reindeer ... well, you get the point.
A short rant.
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