"The tree, too, is a symbol.
How good the scent of pine, how bright the fragile gold and blue glass balls,
how shining the tinsel and the delicate glass icicles! But this tree, this
year, as the tree my mother used to trim on long-ago Christmas Eves, has a meaning
beyond any individual tree. It is a symbol of the rich growth which Nature
gives us all—out of the dark and frozen earth under the snow came the seed,
comes the lifting spire of green. Unless we destroy her, the earth will grow
green in spring, bear in summer, glow in autumn and dream in winter. The
seasons with their infinite splendor will roll on; the glory of the sun and
moon will be vouchsafed to us. This is the promise of my Christmas tree."
~ Gladys Tabor, Stillmeadow Seasons, 1947
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Catherine
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