Undeniably one of integral parts of Christmas
for me. Removing ones glasses
and relaxing the eyes turns an already pretty Christmas tree
into a divine object
upon which a hundred multicolored angels
rest. When I was young I could stare at the tree for an hour; by squinting in a certain way and blinking at correct moments I could make the angels
Anyone who wears spectacles will probably remember doing this when they were young, sometimes because they were so excited to see what was under the tree Christmas morning they forgot to grab their glasses before they ran down the stairs. I still do this when I manage to get home for the holidays.
This is one of the few pleasures reserved for those with poor eyesight