Adored by many may be the tree adorned with branches accompanied by so many white and gold chrismon—each promoting ever-longevity,

But

That which only represents life is just death—unlike breath…from, say, coloured calls of an ave ornamented justly as animate Asian honeybee. ; )

Surrounding stairs, synonymicon sellers spontaneously share stories; subsidiarily, staking slope, secondhand-saying-source solicitors suddenly speak sagas. : )

Birb’s branch suffices as a nest

As it wings fittest spot for rest,

Where it chirps a softest good-den

To missed hopes and mates of heaven

Before its sleepy mind alights

Upon tomorrow’s fancied flights. ; )

“I did not like that,” Armadillo soured, having ingested a butt rather than a bug, leading him to join other misocapnists in handing lighters who litter sternest snub. ; )

Hope hoped she would fail to hit the sitzmark and any concurrent outing of lights, so she electrified the slopes with confidence—eradicating any lingering doubt, irradiating every cheer-for-her shout. ; )