You clap and cheer along with the others as the children gather around the largest of the trees, a tall and mighty cedar. Underneath it sits a man dressed in fine red velvet, his wizened face kind as he watches the young ones. A memory of his scent, a spicy blend of pepper, cloves and saffron, all blended into the sweet vanilla of his beard, comes back, bringing a smile to your face. The bright embers of the fire reveal the gifts each child brings, from bundles of lavender and eucalyptus to bouquets of violets and baskets of oranges, offering them in exchange for boxes wrapped in the finest of dyed paper. The crowd chuckles as one boy is caught swiping an extra present, his parents making him bring it back and, in exchange, being handed lumps of coal.