It was a snooty, haughty thing. It came to the house of the Bannervilles, that sat right on the edge of the top of the hill and was always in danger o

The Christmas Tree that came in from the Cold

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2024-12-25 11:00:06

It was a snooty, haughty thing. It came to the house of the Bannervilles, that sat right on the edge of the top of the hill and was always in danger of falling off and sliding down to the bottom and becoming thoroughly middle-class.

The decorations were not much to look at it being natural and without the charms of artificiality, the elf hat that hung upside down had elven dandruff, some lice, and cookie crumbs inside, the marcipan pig grunted softly and tried to bite your finger if you got to close to its snout, the drum if you played it was too loud and martial. No the decorations were just the worst, said mother Bannerville.

Petro Bannerville who was named after a famous painter of wartime propaganda slid down the banisters of the old house when he heard the Christmas tree enter with its many little tinkling steps and the way it laughed scornfully at the frightened fireplace and father Bannerville who cowered at the Christmas Tree’s entrance and subsequent artful placing of itself in the center of the room. “Wheee, wheee” shouted Petro as he slid down the banisters of the Bannerville house.

“Whee, whee” shouted Petro, sliding round and round the corkscrewing banisters, until dismounting with one fluid motion came running into the living room where the Christmas tree stood with an enigmatic and superior expression on its brow, and that when it saw the energy of the child graciously spread its branches wide to welcome the jumping boy into its embrace. For a moment child and tree stood united with joy upon their faces, despite that the needles had scratched the child’s cheeks and his arms had broken some of the smaller branches and scattered needles onto the thick rugs of the living room.