Festivities of the December Nature.

I know it's not fashionable, or smiled upon by most of my generation, but I really love Christmas.
It's the smell; the casual rain, the pretty lights, the hussle and bustle in shopping centres overrun with holiday music... but mostly, it's the smell.

I know the technicality of the olfactory bulb being apart of the brain's limbic system, with easy access to the amygdala and hippocampus mixed in with conditioned responses blah blah blah all equals we smell, we remember... but I'm still floored by the ability one scent of summer has to trigger a montage of festive moments.
Especially wrapping paper. Man, wrapping paper just smells like every year that's come before, staying up late watching december appropriate movies and tying ribbons around packages. More recently accompanied by something fruity and alcoholic.

In just under a week The Boy, My Parental and myself will be enduring our first white Christmas. We'll go from singlets to scarves and turn our world upside down for a month or so, all in the spirit of distraction. I got excited today and packed my bag :)
I've never spent much time in the snow, or even in the cold for that matter... how well does your sense of smell work in the cold?

On a complete diversion from Christmas, my daily sketch produced my favourite Disney villain.
Nothing wrong with a little referencing once in awhile.