But, here she is! I like catching small glimpses of her when I walk across these old floors, or find myself snuggled in bed with a book -- in these moments when her bright light swarms over the pages, or dances across the wall. I especially love her in the night, when she sets our whole apartment aglow.
And there is some undeniable magic in this odd tradition -- of erecting felled or faux trees in our homes, gussying them up. To me it says, carry your oddities proudly on your arms like baubles, and drape yourself in lights so everyone can see them. Stand in your window, let the whole street -- the strollers, the drivers, the workers, the carolers -- hear: It is Christmas, and I will be funny, and free, and full of light.