If I were a Christmas tree, I would occasionally come inside for hot coco and maybe even add tiny marshmallows. In the spring time I would intentionally position myself near the butterfly feeders and smile wide when the Monarchs flutter by. In the fall I would recharge my colorful festive lights and get ready for my grand performance. I would glow so bright, anticipating cheer to all who pass me by. And this time, when I go on break, I would go inside for a cup of hot English tea with fresh cream.