My Christmas is frosty and white
The softwood smell in the air
And snowflakes dancing in flight
And garlands around the fir
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I can relate directly to your wintry Christmas atmosphere in the far north with frost and snow and the sweet aroma of pine needles. I love that aroma too. I smelled it last night at a make-shift display of trees for sale. The person you are addressing must live much further south because their landscape is definitely not as wintry. But I'm puzzled why the holiday falls on different days? even years? Is this person in another country? This poem embraces three of us because of a common holiday, that is, you the writer, me the reader and the person you are addressing.
Simple narration with picturesque expressions. Beautiful poem