DRIED BRANCH AND CUT FIR
In a land of mountains and sheep that I loved, we had a Tree of Life. In the off-season, when everything seemed to be over, we took a dry branch, decorated it with small balls of colored wool, and said, "They represent the fruits we will reap tomorrow. Because again the Earth will green and life will flourish again. It was our Christmas Tree, it was our tree of hope. In December, in a cold country like Canada, we cut a tree and say, "Nothing grows. Winter is back, life is gone ... But you, cut fir, we bring you home and we dress you with shiny balls and garlands of gold. With you we defeat death. We affirm that nothing is finished ... Already we see shining at the end of your branches new fruits. They are beautiful as stars. Life was buried today and she fell asleep, but tomorrow she will come back! " Yes, life will reappear as surely as the sun will return in the spring. Hold on, natives of my country, yellow ja