Day 59 (bonus edition): The Bubble Tree is older than I am. It has been radically reconstructed and all that remains of the original is the armature on which the greenery is wound, but the memories it carries have given it a spirit which surpasses its physical presence, recollections which rise in my mind with each bubble in the illuminated columns. It is a special part of my Christmas, lighted only a few times each year. Tonight, it stands merrily bubbling on the mirrored vanity, the Christmas tree reflected in the background. Tonight, the Bubble Tree has the center of the stage.
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