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Day 6: "The Christmas Tree" by Jackson Brawley Leon






The Christmas Tree


🟊

Hey!

Don't put

those on me!

Wait. What are

those? And where

am I? Who am I? Lights.

They’re putting lights on me?

Why? I’m scared. And confused.

I feel leaves and branches.

I am a tree. And my trunk has been

severed. I should be in pain. Lots of pain.

But I'm not. Why? Why do I feel so joyous?

So cheerful? So merry and festive? I have been

brutally dismembered and chopped, mauled and

separated, torn limb from limb, and

yet for some reason I’m happy. I’m tired. I need sleep.

Morning already? There are boxes under me. They look so

colorful and vibrant. Over there…socks? Why do these people

have socks hung on their wall? They’re like gods to them? Maybe

they warship socks? No. It's filled with goods

and candy. It seems to be inviting me over there. Everything around

me is strange. Around me. Everything is around me. I’m the center of it all.

Am I the main attraction? I must be. I have decorations, garments, and ornaments

alike. I’m praised and cared for, treated with safety and caution. I can see outside through

a window. White flakes fall to the

ground. It's snow. I believe I know

what’s going on here. I am a tree.

Not just any tree. A Christmas tree.


-Jackson Brawley-Leon, freshman


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