Sunday, January 6

A shiny presence is gone from my house

Today being Epiphany, I took down my Christmas tree, and already I miss it. It shimmered with tinsel, it shone with big old-fashioned lights, and it glistened with ornaments from my life: the tin fish from Georgetown in the 70s, the silver star my brother David made of Mylar and toothpicks, the Santa Claus Zack made out of construction paper, glue, and cotton many years ago, the Victorian fan Caleb made in forth grade, the feathery peacock from India which always goes on top, the striped pink and blue ball Anita gave my mom, and so many more. The tree was a thing of beauty. When I'd finished decorating it before Christmas, it was almost perfect, but one thing was lacking -- shimmer. So I covered it with tinsel. Not the heavy leaded tinsel of my childhood, but the modern, holographic plastic tinsel of today. That was the touch it needed. Since my camera is STILL in the repair shop I couldn't take its picture and am instead showing the cover of a wonderful book, Deborah Kogan Ray's treatment of the poem by e. e. cummings, which I will give here, as it deserves to be widely known:
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel"
~ e.e. cummings

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