Whether it is cinnamon, vanilla, and pumpkin or sage and thyme coming from your or your neighbor's oven, your olfactory senses are alive with memories being created now or remembered from the past.
I used to love the soft ginger cookies my grandmother made with cinnamon and molasses. She loved to make cookies. Today I had so much fun making cookies with my grandson. Who doesn't love cookies? But for some of us they are the height of perfection. Decorating cookies is edible art that you can't mess up––my favorite kind. There's something about touching the soft gooey dough, adding flour and making it manageable for shaping, smelling them cooking, and then adding color with decos. Different sights, smells, and textures all in one dessert. Shared with children and loved ones the memories last forever.
Sleepy homes come alive at Christmas time. Our neighborhood is transformed from pale pasty desert colors by day (except the occasional exception like our bright blue house) to bright shining lights, ornaments, and moving characters. I love the lights at Christmas time.
The story from random web sources not to be mentioned here, is that Thomas Edison hung the first electric Christmas lights around his laboratory to market his new invention. Interesting, that it kind of goes along with the marketing side of the season, but lights in my opinion are the best marketing seasonal ploy. Much earlier people were in the habit of lighting candles for warmth and decoration.
We enjoy the brightness of the season, but light has been a symbol of purity and goodness for ages. Light was a symbol for the birth of Jesus and of lighting the world with the love of God. As I write, speak, and share this season I want to be that light of love.