Ui’s not sure why he bought a Christmas Tree this year, but he did. And he sits before it every night.
Because Hairu would have wanted a tree.
The only present he wants is her resurrection. But that’s for Easter, right, not Christmas?
Ui touches each colorful light he’s wrapped around the tree. He starts from the bottom and works his way up. As he does, he prays to a different God in the universe for her return.
I’m so lonely.
He cries. ‘Tis the season for hope and miracles, still, and he’s in desperate need for one.
When he arrives up the path of tinsel and colored lights, he squints through his tears at the angel who tops the tree.
He painted her hair pink.
Mercy and Magic 