It starts to smell like cold. Every song on the radio has jingling bells in the background. A rousing excitement grows with every day against a background of scents of pine, gingerbread, and peppermint hot chocolate. Sometimes you can hear a violin or guitar floating to you through the snowy air, case open on the ground, full of crumpled bills because we all feel a little more generous. They’re playing a Christmas song, and even if you’ve heard this exact tune hundreds of times before, you can’t help but smile