DAY THREE OF HOLLMANN HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA!
Ah, wreaths! What is more traditional than a ring of nature nailed to the front door, almost framing the peephole, giving a ring inside a ring, and that's pretty neat! They smell so mice, of evergreen and pinecones and holly and cinnamon and Christmas! Mm!
Traditionally, evergreen is used to symbolize strength--something we need when toting our large, numerous presents into our bedroom to keep from prying eyes. Cedar is sometimes used, to represent health. Yew may also be used, since it represents immortality. Interestingly enough, the yew-tree offers up yew berries, a poisonous fruit used as the murder weapon in Agatha Christie's A Pocket Full of Rye.
My family has a pinecone wreath. I handle it with gloves, because otherwise it hurts. There are bells attached to it, so every time you open or close the door, you hear those bells jingle. Jingle bells. Like the song. I love getting it out of the crawlspace, unwrapping it from the black garbage bag we store it in every year. I think there's even a gold and red ribbon somewhere.
Oh, but how I love the smell of it all. Wood and mustiness and dust and moth balls. Except we don't have moth balls. It's rather bizarre.
But you know who also loves pinecone wreaths?
If Martha's wrong, I don't wanna be right.
You know how hard it is to find Christmas songs about wreaths? Harder than you think. Like, there are plenty of songs that mention wreaths--just the word, mind you--but nothing about how wreaths are awesome and symbolic and beautiful. So, I'll just throw this at you.
I'm having trouble finding lyrics, but: check it out.