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  • The Christmas Tree Meets June

    Most of December and into the New Year she stood in noble stance, all lit up with brilliant, glittery lights; adorned in shimmery, twinkly ornaments collected over time; an antique angel perched on top; the appointed vigil keeper. Shiny foiled packages had been nestled around her stuffed with surprise and anticipation. She brought great happiness while waiting for the birthday celebration. But the festivities were now over; the Advent, the Oplatek, the Birthday, and the Epiphany; the holidays were tucked away for another year.
    Packages unwrapped and hauled off leaving only a frumpy tree skirt to collect worn-out needles. Valentines and Easter had been eaten-up, and quietly she stood fully dressed and unplugged, a stoic collector of dust.

    As spring tapped on winter's door a tilting sun warmed her trunk. Crocuses pushed their way through bits of snow and ushered in rosebuds. Soon windows were thrown open and warm breezes caressed her for the very first time. The intoxicating smell of fresh grass clippings wafted inside; fat robins frolicked near the open shutters; crystal nativities shimmered from their hooks, while the jingle of angel-bells tinkled from her treetop.
    She was enveloped in euphoria; supple air stroking her branches; crooning her boughs. And with that sweet music romping through her needles she surrendered to summer and made an apology;
    sorry baby Jesus, you and your crèche will just have to go it alone this year;
    I'm smitten for June.

    Pamela Wilonski
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