Every year when we take our dying Christmas tree down our cat Sophie mourns it going. She spends each Christmas near the tree, hiding behind it when it’s time to go out and spending time with it when she’s awake. This year when I watched her sitting with her head drooped down in the empty space where the tree had been I asked her why she was so sad, and how did she see the tree?
For the time the tree was in our house she considered it an extra adult being, a large structure of light. While plants have their own energy around them, a Christmas tree has enough energy and more to match an adult human. A tree’s energy is love, frozen in the form of wood. This makes a Christmas tree more than a place to hang decorations; it actively contributes to the love in the house at a very loving time of year. Sophie liked to sit in quiet companionship with the tree during this busy time and the tree, it seemed, enjoyed her company in return, just as we humans enjoy our cat’s company.
Before we took our bare tree outside, we gathered around it and honoured it for its presence in our house. We actually sang ‘O Christmas Tree’ to it and its energy changed and dispersed, it finished dying before it was removed and the love remained in our home. I am grateful for everything I have received from trees over the years.