'It's beginning to smell a lot like Christmas!'
Carter
When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to decorate for Christmas. I used to drive my mother nuts to haul the boxes down from the attic. I started in late November, and didn't let up until she finally said yes. My mother didn't like to decorate too early, so it was not until around December 10th or 12th that she'd finally give the ok. Not the tree mind you, that didn't go up until around the 20th, but the other decorations I could go to town with.
Jeremy
When I was about 9 or 10, she came up with a plan. I couldn't decorate our home until around the 18th, but she drove me to the home of my great aunt and uncles, as well as two single aunts, to decorate their homes for them. Mom figured it would get it out of my system, and off her back, as well help out our elderly relatives. I enjoyed it, and was usually give a few bucks and some home made treats, but didn't curb my desire to haul out the holly at home.
Marc
One of the things I loved about decorating was pulling out the boxes. It was the 80's and 90's when I used to decorate for my relatives, and most were still storing their treasured ornaments in cardboard boxes. It was little later that everyone jumped on the plastic storage bin craze. Now we all know that Christmas is about smells as much as anything. Cinnamon, pine, chocolate and peppermint. There were smells from my mother's baking, I only smelled at Christmas.
Cody
I'm not talking about those wonderful smells though, I'm talking about the smells from those cardboard boxes that came from the attic. I especially enjoyed opening the boxes from my relatives, boxes that I had no idea, what treasures lay inside. Yes, part of the smell wasn't necessarily healthy. A good dose of musty cardboard, floating up from boxes that spent too many years stuck in attics and basements.
Conner
Part of the smell however, was history, fragrances from memories, and of Christmas' past. I can't exactly explain it, but for anyone who remembers unpacking boxes full of decorations, you know exactly what I'm talking about. The older relatives loved to tell stories as I took out each decoration, a comment about how long they'd had it, where it came from, or which relative it was passed down from.
Christian
My favorite smells, and favorite stories, came from the attic, and boxes from my great aunt and uncle. They were about 70 at the time, and their boxes were full of those huge glass ornaments, large, colorful orbs, and long, thin gold and silver icicles, all made with thin glass in shapes and color combinations you rarely see today. Over the many years of decorating for them, I think I only broke one. They were clearly not happy, but reassured me was ok. I remember they tried to have it fixed, without success, but because of the memories connected to it, had the glass put into a clear plastic orb to keep.
Alex
I still get a shiver or excitement when I pull the glass balls out, today, from my garage and from big plastic bins. The smells aren't the same, but the tradition still evokes the same memories. I get that same feeling every December when Roger from RMark Photography sends on his newest set of Christmas balls.
I've been featuring Roger's collection of Christmas ball images for over five years, and like so many things associated with the holiday, it's become a festive tradition. These year, Roger added several new and naked, models to his annual series. Like most our own decorations, each year we mix some, that you've seen before on FH, and some, are brand spanking new. I love the many poses the models make with the ornaments. I think I especially love the way the orbs their holding in front of them, look so stunning, with their orb shaped behinds.
Loga
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