The Christmas Tree requires a hunt. The perfect tree moves illusively around in the forest, becoming unrooted when it see us in pursuit. First it is here and then it is there. Changing shape, hiding an unruly backside, becoming taller or shorter upon our approach. We wander about aimlessly and the tree begins to pursue us.
It appears suddenly on the horizon back from whence we came. We point hopefully, looking back, defining it’s beautiful shape from a distance. Finally, the tree tires and we move in closer to look carefully at it’s branches and trunk. Yes, the perfect tree. The one that will fit and surprise and bring joy to our faces.
It has taught us a lesson. What we see is what we want to see. The Christmas Tree is perfect because we made it so.