Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Christmas tree grave yard...

I love Christmas. I love walking through my neighbour hood at night, peeking into windows where the trees are proudly on display... Wreaths hanging on doors, embracing friends and family... Warm, cosy and beautifully presented homes, pleasing the eye and lifting the spirit... It is a time to express our creativity and bring a smile to a face...
Then, all too soon, January arrives and I feel a great sadness. The 'once - loved' trees thrown out into the streets. They lay huddled together in piles like the lost skeletons of Christmas past... Random strips of silver tinsel cling on as the cold wind bites.. And, in the wake of the festive season, a tiny bulb pushes a green shoot through the soil... Furthermore, within the darkness of winter, there is indeed, fresh hope of spring...

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