Branches adorned with glittering ribbons, shimmering in the down draught from the door, lights shining like meteors on its needles. Gasps and exclamations from everyone as it displays its raiment. A brief spell in the spotlight for the humble fir - grown for a two week extravaganza; the ultimate in convenience retailing.
No thoughts of recycling as it shivers, unadorned on the pavement, skeletal and desiccated as January declines into February and red hearts grip the nation.
Unnoticed but burrowing deeper in the frozen garden, blown there by a winter gale, a small cone grips the soil. Resurrection.
No thoughts of recycling as it shivers, unadorned on the pavement, skeletal and desiccated as January declines into February and red hearts grip the nation.
Unnoticed but burrowing deeper in the frozen garden, blown there by a winter gale, a small cone grips the soil. Resurrection.
