Later we decorated the tree, and there’s an odd ornament in Tim’s box, but it’s his.
It was a little bent and mangy, but he was so cute, so totally four, that I said sure, and he put it in his pocket. When we got home, he hung it on the tree.
Well, Dan was over a day or two later and saw that ratty old air freshener on the tree and incredulous, asked me what the hell this was?? He said, "It's even all nastified." I told him the story, and he could not really keep from chuckles escaping as he asked Tim about it. "Dude, what does it smell like?"
Tim's perfectly straight answer,"It smells like roads." Dan threw back his head laughing until he had to wipe his eyes. It doesn't smell like roads, even this year it smells faintly of vanilla. It was in his box of ornaments with the date: "Tim, 2006."