Something hit James on the head.

“Ouch,” he mumbled, reaching out to put his glasses on.
It was a gift.
“What was that for?” he asked, noticing Sirius smiling mischievously at him.
“It’s Christmas, sleepy head!”

There were a lot of gifts there. Ignoring the one Sirius threw at him, he reached for one in red paper. It was rather small.

‘Merry Christmas James.

From, Lily’

He opened the present, revealing a small jar with a cork lid. He lifted the cork and smelled it; lilies, pine, and old parchment. It was Lily. This was exactly what Lily smelled like.