Traditionally in the United States the scent of Christmas is gingerbread, pine, candy canes, sugar cookies, and maybe chocolate. I never thought about the scent of Christmas in Mexico until one day while visiting an office for work. At this office they had Christmas decorations and the most distinctive Christmas scent I have experienced since moving to USA.
Growing up in Mexico Christmas is a very drawn out ordeal, being a very catholic county we drag out the entire event and make it about the Super Star of the show Baby Jesus and his birth. We do the traditional Novena, prior to his birth, or what we traditionally call Posadas.
Las Posadas that we used to go to growing up were held at Doña Gaby’s house. About a block away, past the factory, the bike shop and the mysterious store that closed down. My mom knew Doña Gaby from selling her seeds for her birds and chickens. Doña Gaby lived in a small house, with her single daughter Trinidad, who we all knew only as Trini. Their Posadas were mostly people from the neighborhood, her daughter and her kids, her son and his kids, the people who lived next to her, the lady who owned the store by the bridge, and a few others who lived close by. All together we rocked the posadas for the 10 years that I remember.
Every kid’s favorite part of Las Posadas is always the Aguinaldos… the treats given at the end of the Posada. There were 9 days of posadas and 1 guest who was in charge of the Aguinaldos each year. My mom would have a day each year and we would always be recruited to help.
An Aguinaldo is a bag of yummy goodness, packed with the traditional treats for Christmas. The basic staples for Anguinaldos are peanuts, animal crackers, an orange and a tangerine… all of this packed in a bag are the scent of Christmas for me.
I had never realized how much I would miss Las Posadas, or the scent of peanuts, animal cracker, oranges and tangerine in a bag and how much they all together would bring me the scent of Christmas. When I walked into that office was when it all came rushing back, one of their staff was eating a tangerine in her desk and it could be smelled throughout the small office, it only took me 15 Christmases in USA to figure out that I missed something so small about my Navidad in Mexico.
If it wasn’t for that person in the office eating her tangerine, I would have never connected the scent of tangerine to my Christmas. I would have kept thinking of pozole or tamales…. So Thank you random person in Newport PA, thank you for eating a tangerine at your desk and brining back the wonderful memories of my Christmas in Mexico.