What Month Is It?

I only got a few hour's sleep last night, and just now I had the oddest impression that it was Christmas morning. Walking by the cats' food bowl, and with one nostril feeling a little stuffed up, I caught the scent of something that I decided was pine. It wasn't just any kind of pine, though, but the kind that says it is cut and indoors, slowly dying because water and packets of dissolved food aren't enough for a real tree. And then there was the sound of Sunshine walking, half awake, past a door. I don't know why that makes me think of Christmas, too. But it is July now, and all of this was just an illusion.