Book Tree

Every December, I feel the quiet call of a ritual I began a few years ago, a book tree. While I’ve seen so many decorative Christmas trees, there’s a part of me that wants to do it differently. I turn to my shelves, gather my books and stack them into a towering silhouette and weave those string lights around them. Perhaps, this practice reminds me that I don’t need more to celebrate, I only need to recognise the beauty in what I already have.