The Yankee Candle Christmas Eve Edition.
Unfortunately, my monitor isn’t scratch and sniff, so I can’t absorb the scent personally.
But it looks like it would be delightful.
One reviewer described the scent like this:
First bought this scent over 20 years ago, and it is our Christmas family favorite. Reminds me of Christmas Eve at church with the scents of the newly decorated trees, and candles burning as you walk into the dimly lit building..a mild scent of sugared plum, with the essence of vanilla…perfect for setting that Christmas Eve ambiance in any room!
It’s enough to make you nostalgic for Christmas Eves gone by.
Except the first one.
The first one didn’t smell like that. No sugared plums. No pine trees.
Nope, if they ever made an authentic Yankee Candle scent for the first Christmas Eve it might look like this:
And don’t get me started on the lovely scent of unwashed Shepherds!
No, years and years before Christmas became an annual tradition, before the whole notion of the Savior’s birth became sanitized and mass-produced, Christmas was in all likelihood a stinky mess!
That’s helpful for me to remember. Jesus was not born into a sterile environment, under ideal conditions.
No, God chose to come to Earth where there was POOP present!
Poop, and blood, and smelly hay, and smelly animals, and even smellier shepherds.
Christ’s birth was visceral. Primitive, even. Organic.
The very earthiness of that first Christmas Eve should inspire us. Challenge us.
God did not separate God’s self from God’s creation. Not in the least.
From Jesus’ first breath and first cry, he was immersed in the world. The beautiful parts, and the stinky parts.
And as anyone who’s lived a full life can attest…
One does not rule out the other.
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