iVoyeur: Approaching Normal

In the past, I have been known to indulge in hyperbole. I freely admit this, but to say that our Christmas tree erupted into flames wouldn’t come close to an adequate description. It exploded into a wholly new form of matter that transcended flames. I tell you, one moment it was a chopped up, dead Christmas tree in a fire-pit, and the next moment it was a churning column of violent, malevolent living fire. It was as if there were something inside that tree. As if the tree had been imbued with some small piece of the soul of Christmas, or maybe anti-Christmas, and we had set it alight. The tree had arms, and a face, and it writhed and screamed and reached out for us, beckoning for us to come closer. We took a few steps back.