Imagine a tree, decorated to please.
With glitter and glass,
And shiny trinkets.
Some are made by the hand of a child.
Others, handed down from generations ago.
But the new year beckons, and for some, that means something:
The trinkets are gone, stowed away in the attic.
The branches are bare.
Void of glitz, and void of needles.
Carelessly tossed to the curb on the first day of the year.
Or the next day, or week.
Until, that is…
…a new trend emerges.
Social media be damned!
It appears, the tree has a new purpose.
It’s decked out, once again, with trinkets and glitter.
But this time, in red.
Perhaps with roses, or some other flower.
Maybe some lace.
And an angel or three.
Chubby angels with bows and arrows, aiming straight for your heart.
Love is in the air. Commercial love.
Unless it’s real. And true.
Only the heart knows.
Social media dictates the trend, and to the sheep that follow.
So for some, the tree stays.
Shining its light in red and pink to welcome yet another retail holiday.
But not my tree.
I bid adieu to mine on the first day of the year.