Christmas and Woodsmoke

The other day I took our little dog for his daily walk. As I made my way through our neighbourhood, I was suddenly greeted by the lovely aroma of woodsmoke. Some past residue of my Southern Hemisphere mindset found this rather mystifying – what does Christmas have in common with woodsmoke? Then, in a flash – but I’m in the cold English countryside and not only are the homes I’m passing filled with Christmas decoration, but also with, in some cases, burning fires in the lounges. I heard Forrest Gump gently whisper into my ear, “Christmas and woodsmoke, they ‘is’ like peas and carrots.”

8 thoughts on “Christmas and Woodsmoke

  1. Ah, the smell of real woodsmoke. It makes me feel guilty for liking it because it must be bad for the environment, but my brain tells me it smells wonderful, and like you, it smells like warm memories.

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