“Ummmmmm. It smells like Christmas is here!” I say this all the time when I enter a room and someone has started peeling and eating an orange. When I was young, Mom and Dad would put nuts and oranges in our stockings at Christmas time along with a toy or two. They could not afford to fill the stockings totally with toys, and filled them out with nuts and oranges. And now the scent takes me back in time to all those Christmas mornings with my family. I am sure they never thought that by putting those oranges in the stockings they gave me the most lasting gift of all. The one I have never forgotten. Happiness in all the moments when I smell oranges. If you ever see me quietly smiling in the fruit section of the grocery store, you will know what I am thinking. And feeling.