Well, that's that. The tree is down now, stripped of its lights and glittering regalia.
(Tannenbaumschmuck, they call the ornaments in German: “fir tree jewelry.” Like a high priestess, the Yule tree wears a bejeweled nudity.)
Naked, it leans against the back wall in the alley, awaiting pick-up.
Soon, it will be chipped and turned into compost, from which some day, perhaps, new trees will grow.
Yule is over. The king is dead.
Long live the king.
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I was thinking a while back about how, in these mostly hearthless days, the Yule tree has stepped in the Yule log's ecological nic
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I keep an 18" section of the thickest part of my Yule tree trunk for use as a Yule log the following year. https://atheopaganism.w
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My tree every year has to be real. Even if its tiny, it has to be real. It has to live a d it has to die. And I always am sad to s
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It's witch's work to turn the Wheel. The Yule tree is an act of magic. Putting it up is an act of magic, taking it down the same.