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 dance.
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