Just a lit tree. No ornaments. Hallmark decorations. Christmas star. Ribbon. Or cheap tinsel. Who likes tinsel?
Just a faux tree in the corner of my living room. Blinding me with its mini lights.
I’m not ready to call it a night. And unplug the tree. But it’s past 1 a.m.
So, I’ll go to bed. Close my eyes. And stop the churning wheel. The noise in my brain. The “yes, I can,” to “no, you can’t,” switch in an instant.
The doubts? They creep. They crawl. And worst of all?
I think I lost my star.