As I drove home today, the day after Christmas, I saw something on the curb of a neighbor’s house that caught my eye. Amongst the trash cans was their Christmas tree. That sad little tree was placed out in the cold just ONE DAY after its moment of glory. How sad. This afternoon, that tree was quickly stripped of all of it’s decoration, and flung out in time for trash pickup tomorrow. Perhaps it was practicality; if the homeowners are going out of town, they wouldn’t want to leave the tree in their house for two weeks more. Perhaps, though, it’s a symbol of someone who’s heart is a little colder than most. Perhaps, however tragic it might be, their heart is three sizes too small.
But what do I know, I’ve had a plastic tree since I was 9 years old.