We cleared a space by the window, pushing aside all the toys and games and accumulated stuff. The tree stands tall in the window, white lights shining forth into the dark night. The star touches the ceiling as if reaching for its brothers in the sky above.
This is the tree that was cut from the forest, shipped to the store, purchased by us and driven home. The other tree, smaller, is the one we bought when the kids were little and a taller tree was too much temptation for little fingers. We moved some plants and set it with its colored lights on a small table in the nook off the kitchen. The rainbow glow permeates the curtains, so even when they’re drawn, the Christmas spirit is visible.
At Christmas, it seems we are always making room. 
Read the rest of this post at Putting on the New, where I write on the 12th of each month.
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