Diary of a Christmas Tree

Vasilia Koutsivitis '25

Dear Diary,

They finally took me out of my box today! The humans assembled me with care, playing festive tunes as they adjusted my fake branches, hung glistening ornaments, and finished off their work by placing a bright star directly on top of me. I’ve never felt so loved, and full of life (despite being a plastic tree). I’m tired of feeling neglected and lonely while spending all year long stuffed in a container in the humans’ shed, counting down the days till December. I have to constantly remind myself that I am the most important part of Christmas; the first thing you think of when you hear the word.

Now, sitting in the living room, strategically placed and adorned in finery. I am the talk of the town! It’s so obvious all the household objects are jealous that I’m taking their spotlights. It's not my fault that I’m better than them. The stockings have started spreading rumors that I’m shedding, getting too old to be the Christmas tree. Candle has even joined in on the gossip, spreading lies that the humans will throw me out soon. She even tried to burn me once, fully knowing that I’m highly flammable!! It’s not right!

It isn’t Christmas day yet, but I’m so excited to have all the presents resting under my branches, with the human family crowded around me, sipping hot cocoa, opening gifts, and simply spending time with each other. However, I also know that the sooner Christmas day comes, the sooner I’ll be painfully pried apart and shoved in the shed once more.

I may bring Christmas cheer, but I feel like I should be appreciated more, valued and made a part of the family. Yet, I know better than to get attached to these humans. All they’ll ever see is a pretty plastic tree that should only be allowed to exist in a short period of time. I just wish Christmas came every month. Maybe then existing wouldn’t hurt as much.