Perhaps the last sockless day for a while.

We have a basic plastic Christmas tree, because nothing says Happy Birthday Baby Jesus! like fake pine. The kids are in love with the tree and cannot seem to stop burrying their faces in the pointy pretend needles and inhaling deeply, which just drives me berserk and also grosses me out a little.

Me: STOP SMELLING THE TREE!

Henry: But we can’t HELP OURSELVES!

Charlie: Because it smells like GINGERBREAD!

The tree, if it has any particular odor at all, smells vaguely like warm dust, probably because last year we were too damn lazy to close the box completely and so it wasn’t exactly clean when it came in the house this year. We have two ornaments made of cinnamon (yes, really! and no, I have no idea how you make a Christmas tree ornament out of cinnamon) which really do smell lovely, although not really like gingerbread at all. The boys are fascinated by the smelly ornaments and have been sniffing everything else on the tree to see what Christmas smells like. Because, as Henry pointed out, they can’t HELP THEMSELVES.

I’m left wondering two things: one, can you get high from sniffing cinnamon? and two, how did I turn into someone who says STOP SMELLING THE CHRISTMAS TREE?

Ho ho ho.