The smell of the pine trees alone gets me. I'm reverted back to the redwood forest and for a brief moment I feel I'm surrounded by lush trees and all nature has to offer up in Santa Cruz. Though I find it slightly odd the tradition of cutting down a tree to only have it in your house, apartment, or any other dwelling spot, I must say it's pretty neat to wake up to. The crisp fresh smell starts to take over and there you have it: the holidays. Now all you need to do is bake some pie, don a ugly holiday sweater and you're golden.