every tree
represents those who
decorated it
each unique
in its own way
Photo: Karolina Grabowska
Pexels
Christmas tree…a poem
December 7, 2022
Art and the philosophy of life
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Comments on: "Christmas tree…a poem" (8)
Yes we can see the uniqueness in each tree..
Absolutely. We can’t help but be who we are and it comes out in everything we do.
Yes true, keep up the uniqueness
Without it, life would be boring. And we can’t help but be who we are. 🙂
I so love that. So much of a person’s personality can come out.
Choosing and decorating a tree is such a creative endeavor. Everyone who pays attention can see so much by looking at a decorated Christmas tree.
It really is. Some like to keep things really traditional, but even that is showing who they are 🙂
Definitely. Everything we do, our home decor, our clothing, what we eat, read, watch, and do, is a reflection of where we came from, who we are, and what we believe. There’s no real escape from that. LOL I think we can make small changes. I slip into sarcasm, and the way we talked in my neighborhood, so easily. You would never realize that I’m actually educated. Hahahaha. One has to work at shedding those things. When I used to lecture, I sounded like someone else. Sometimes I slipped up, but for the most part, I spoke like a person who was actually lecturing. It was weird. I just saw my favorite comic and he said his father, an immigrant from Sicily, didn’t walk, or move like an American. And I thought, of course he didn’t, he’s not from here. We learn everything from where we come from. It’s actually kind of cool, unless you come from a country where they kill you for just breathing.