Tannenbaum

It's dark and magical, with no light whatsoever apart from the colourful glisten of tiny lights. I sit on the floor with my knees raised, and fantasise about the miniature fairy perched on top coming to life. As in a festive film, I could secretly befriend her, and steal some of her valuable time for myself. I am absolutely certain that we will have so much in common, kindred spirits, in fact. Now, though, I notice that she is nothing more than a doll, a trinket, a decoration, and that this was all in my head. No, it's not the fairy but the tree himself who is coming to life, gradually sprouting limb-like tufts, and slowly, but very surely approaching me.