Warm yellows, reds, and blues gleam on every reflective surface in the living room. Tinsel weaves snakelike in and out of branches. Gingerbread men and Santa porcelains rest, magical and solemn. I’ve always found the Christmas tree’s majestic presence comforting. The same three-hundred sixty-five ornaments (we actually counted one year; there are probably more now) hang precariously, every inch of artificial pine crammed with sentiment and dust from the years. It’s been a while since I’ve paused and soaked it in. It’s so natural to ride the wave of business and never get off, oddly addicted or dedicated by necessity to life’s unforgiving pace. But the mystery and reality of the incarnation begs us slow down and breathe, to remember to be human instead of machine. So here’s to the beauty of this season, and here’s to 2014!
On Gazing at the Christmas Tree
24 Dec This entry was published on December 24, 2013 at 3:35 am and is filed under Uncategorized.