A short story about nostalgia

Photo by Hide Obara on Unsplash

You’ve felt it before. It hits your nose like a crisp awakening on a starry December night. Cold, dark, the view still pleases.
Chimneys host what burns silvery particles of delight.
But it’s the aroma that awakens a wistfulness from many Christmases past—the ones spent in Patton leather shoes and the objectionable winter white tights.