
In this tapestry of verdant aspirations, the Christmas tree stands as a monument to fleeting joys, adorned with gaudy baubles that mock the simplicity of sincerity. Beneath its boughs, a Santa figure, a jester of our own making, guards the gifts—mere illusions wrapped in glittering deceit.
In this tapestry of verdant aspirations, the Christmas tree stands as a monument to fleeting joys, adorned with gaudy baubles that mock the simplicity of sincerity. Beneath its boughs, a Santa figure, a jester of our own making, guards the gifts—mere illusions wrapped in glittering deceit.