NO. 8 | YULETIDE Y'ALL!

Straight up Fraser fir. No twists, no garnish, no reinvention tour. Just the clean, bracing, deep-in-the-woods Christmas scent that needs absolutely nothing done to it.

Yuletide Y’all smells like a freshly cut tree hauled inside with cold hands and good intentions. Pine needles on the floor. Sap on your sleeve. Windows cracked because someone insisted the house needed “real air.” Lights tangled, boots still on, a jacket slung over the chair because it’s December but it’s still West Texas and the heater hasn’t earned its keep yet.

Out here, Christmas comes with wide skies, quiet roads, and a tree that feels slightly out of place against the desert backdrop. The smell is a small rebellion. Evergreen in a land of mesquite. A little mountain air where the horizon never ends. Someone pours a drink, someone else says they’ll fix the lights tomorrow, and the house finally smells like Christmas anyway.

It’s honest. Familiar. Perfect already.

Why mess with it?

Light it. Call it Christmas.

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