We don’t like to put up a Christmas tree. Not because of the shedding and hassle of getting one through the door, though that’s part of it.
No.
Because when we go to sleep, it’ll be in the living room, with ornaments hanging from its limbs and lights blinking. Silent and still.
An inanimate object.
But when we wake up, it’ll be standing there, bent over our beds.
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