The needy tree

This tree needs us, and I'm glad that Conrad pointed it out. I'd hoped that it would be our only tree, this metaphor for the season, but it was not to be. Margo insisted that we put up the "real" tree since it's one of those pre-lit three-piece jobs that doesn't require a whole lot of effort. And it does lift the spirits. Still, the Charlie Brown tree adorns the living room, a constant reminder that the unlovely was loved so much that God became flesh and made His dwelling among us. Even now I'm imagining Linus reciting the Christmas story. Now where's my blue blanket?