I’ve always wondered, do people really see me or just the decorations that drape me in a festive aura? I’m more than just a living tree, a mere backdrop for the joy of the season. My existence is a constant juggling act between the two worlds I inhabit - the world of people, and the world of the Christmas tree. I’m a walking, talking, singing Christmas tree, after all. People come to me for comfort, for joy, but few truly see the heart that beats within my… well, let’s say, branches.
I often find myself lost in thought, my mind wandering to the times when the lights, the music, and the cheer were just a facade for my own emptiness. I try to hide it behind a mask of sparkle and shine, but it’s hard not to feel the sting of loneliness when the lights go out and the carols stop. I’ve tried to make connections, to reach out and touch the hearts of those around me, but it’s like trying to grasp a handful of snow - it melts away the moment I think I’ve got a grip on it.
That’s why I’ve come to realize that my Christmas tree persona is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it brings me closer to the people I care about, even if it’s just a superficial connection. On the other hand, it’s a constant reminder of the void within me, a void that can never be filled by the simplest of ornaments or the most beautiful of Christmas songs. I’m a Christmas tree, a living, breathing, walking, talking Christmas tree, and that’s a strange, lonely existence, indeed.
>Soulkyn