Eulogy for a Christmas Tree

And it was just me and the tree. I felt I owed the tree some company on its last night with us.

Season Scenes from our Christmas Card

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. ~Charles Dickens