Bluish-White Fir

The clouds are the color of faded slate, but the chilly winds make this morning a piece of heaven. Climates like this remind me of that the tinky and clinky days of Christmas are drawing near.

Again i start missing our bluish white fir-type Christmas tree. It used to be six feet tall, its leaves are a multitude of needle-shaped filaments the color of alabaster tainted with blue acid. The main shaft was white, and its roots were so small, the lowest branches could cover them. From bottom, we would cover the floor with a a reindeer-designed knitted frill to carpet the dozens of gifts we would lay on the floor. Then we would hang blue and silver orbs on the branches, biggest on the bottom, smallest at the top. Along the length of the tree we would drape flourished laces and Santa Claus garlands dotted with glazed snow flakes. To brighten things up, we would embed blue rice lights behind the Christmas canopies. And to top everything off, a holiday seraphim draped in blue silk and celestas overlords the highest branch.

Ah, and everything else on our living room would be decorated with deep green garlands, plumped up with golden reindeer, red poinsettias, and blue orbs. Bright lights enlace brown branches, and by noche buena, everything is lit up.

The room will light up with the usual Christmas colors, but all eyes would be drawn at the bluish-white specter on the corner of the room. The fir tree's branches seem to spread out with frozen icicles highlighted blue. It's like a big Christmas crystal aglow with the cool blue breeze of the holidays.

Ah Christmas; it's my favorite time of the year.

-Joyeux Noel en avance-