Scented Candle Christmas Carol

Once upon a time, on a winter’s evening dusted with silence. Outside, snow trimmed the rooftops and passers-by hurried along, their cheeks kissed pink by the cold.

Inside the house, everything seemed to pause — a fragrance floated through the air, soft and golden like a promise. The gingerbread had just left the oven, still warm with honey and cinnamon, brushed by a breath of candied orange.

The trembling flame of a candle awakened the memory — those Christmases of long ago, tables dressed in laughter, crinkled paper and velvet ribbons.

Each note whispered a moment: nutmeg in secret, clove in confidence, sugar in a smile.

Then the heart grows calm. The world outside fades away.

All that remains is the golden glow of a time reborn — when winter smelled of celebration and the gentle happiness of gingerbread.