How we adorn the tree, as if we lost faith in its beauty and so cover it in ribbons and gold, trinkets and glitter. As I remove them one by one, I take in the odour of the pine leaves, still soft on this living tree... I think of replanting her in the garden where she belongs. And as the pile of manmade things grow at my feet, she is revealed and perfect. In all my days I will never see anything more beautiful than this tree, her branches chaotic and orderly, reaching for sunlight.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), December 28, 2018.

The stranger looked at the flickering tree, with its tiers of lights.

By descriptionari, June 30, 2012.

Found in Aaron's Rod, authored by D. H. Lawrence.