The smell of fresh pines The smell of fresh pines Tickle my olfactory memory, Instantly everything shines Everything comes back to me My heart travels back to infancy And I recollect the colours and laughter The images of everyone being happy — I’m so appeased, as I remember Oh that scent of fresh pines It is a time travel machine That carries my body and my mind Inside of a beautiful Christmas dream Those magical moments return And I forget about the pandemic And of everything else that hurts Of everything that adds to the ache Then unfolds in front of my eyes The gifts, the warmth of love Happiness, the festive ambiance — Such a wonderful treasure trove So let the magical spirit of December Float inside of our tired heart And might the pines make us remember The Christmas of our childish heart.
For the two previous Christmas poems I wrote in 2018, and 2019, I was inspired by the contagious festive mood of the buzzing month of December, moved by the spirit of Christmas and New Year… but this time it was a little bit difficult for me to come up with something positive, with something that can alleviate our stress concerning the state of the world, the brokenness of things, our uneasy feelings, covid-19, unemployments, and all of the fake news, and infos hidden to us, and everything else… and, of everything else. Thus I thought about what automatically triggers my remembrance of those good’ol days, and it was the smell of fresh pines.
So, merry Christmas to all of you. I hope we all enjoy this little moment of respite.
Eiravel 