In Its Own Glory
“Tree looks unwell,” stated Dad.
“When was the last time you watered it, Robbie?” Mother asked their eldest offspring.
“Whoops! I forgot.”
Mother got the watering can out. After days of nurturing, the needles still cascaded to the floor.
“Need to add more decorations,” Dad beamed, holding a box of icicles.
On Christmas Eve they all gathered around the tree to sing carols. Selfies were taken between exclamations of “ooh and aah.”
“Christmas 2020!” exclaimed Mother. “COVID-19 edition.”
Extended family, among them the dearly departed, stared down from their portraits on the wall.
“Grandpa would’ve loved this tree,” said Robbie.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, stuffed animals and many friends.
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