I speak of tinsel.
It's not what the stylish trees are wearing this holiday season. It's messy and flimsy. It lodges itself in every corner of the living room. But it's Suzanne's favorite holiday accessory, and now that she's back ... it's back, too.
So I'm sitting here looking at the stuff, the way it reflects the light; the sheer, stringy wonder of it; how it amplifies the glitter of the holiday, its shiny appeal.
Without it, the tree still retains some connection to the soil that gave it birth. With it, the tree has stepped over the line. It is officially artifice. It is officially wonder.
It is officially Christmas.