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Submitted to Contest #284
In a house neatly trimmed in red and white lights that may or may not be very near to yours, a man named Clarkson breathed in Christmas. There were, of course, the smells that he quite literally breathed in (and thus also tasted on the air): evergreen, peppermint, and cloves, to name a quintessential few. There were also the sights: stockings and holly and spirals of lights spaced exactly three inches apart up the Christmas tree. There were the feelings: the fire-warmed leather of his armchair, freshly vacuumed carpet, and his fleecy blanket...
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