I had been resisting getting a Christmas tree; the expense, the room they take up, the fact that I am responsible for the death of a tree to dress up in murder clothes. The co-opting of a ritual sacrifice to bring back the sun at the dark of the year.
During our recent freezing rain, a friend had the upper half of a small pine tree break. While helping clear the debris, the top just lay there, waiting to be celebrated.
This is our tree this year, the sacrifice provided by the Goddess! I am pleased.