The Inkwell: The Smell of Christmas
By Emery S.
If I could make a candle
Scented like anything in the world
I’d make it smell like Christmas
When I was a little girl
With the smell of peppermint
And of course, gingerbread
Maturing is realizing
How good we had it then
The smell of rewinding my favorite holiday film to my favorite part
Seeing friends and family I never got to see
Being lifted by my dad to put our star
On the top of our beautiful tree
The smell of opening gifts on Christmas day
Believing they were sent straight from the north pole
Thinking that Santa delivered them from his sleigh
Christmas just doesn’t feel the same when you’re growing old
If Santa told me
He’d give me what I wish
I would go back in time
To the place that I most miss
He better know
On the very top of my list
When I was young
And loved the smell of Christmas
The smell of rewinding my favorite holiday film to my favorite part
Seeing friends and family I never got to see
Being lifted by my dad to put our star
On the top of our beautiful tree
The smell of opening gifts on Christmas day
Believing they were sent straight from the north pole
Thinking that Santa delivered them from his sleigh
Christmas just doesn’t feel the same when you’re growing old
Sure, maybe I’d like a few books
And something to touch up my looks
Or maybe a new jacket
Or something that comes in a kit
Those earrings I really like
Or perhaps a new bike
To go somewhere I’ve never been before
But there’s something I want even more
I could get a new pajama set
Or even something I can’t normally afford to get
I could get a few brand new swimsuits
Or those really cute boots
That perfume that smells so sweet
Or perhaps even something I can eat
An expensive facial mist
But there’s something higher up on my list
The smell of rewinding my favorite holiday film to my favorite part
Seeing friends and family I never got to see
Being lifted by my dad to put our star
On the top of our beautiful tree
The smell of opening gifts on Christmas day
Believing they were sent straight from the north pole
Thinking that Santa delivered them from his sleigh
Christmas just doesn’t feel the same when you’re growing old