At the intersection of New Hampshire Avenue and East-West Highway this evening I learned a horrible truth. What becomes of Christmas trees that are not sold by late Christmas Eve?
They are heaped upon a burning pyre, their ashes sent skyward to a god who, perhaps, savors the pine scent of unsightly, unloved conifers filling his nostrils.
A burnt offering on Christmas. The pagans are smiling.Posted by cradle at December 24, 2010 10:45 PM