#fotheringhay

Each year he is tied to the trunk like Odysseyus to the mast. Fotheringhay and I have an ecletic bunch of tree decs, but highlights include Mothman (the tree topper), a ceramic Mari Lwyd, a druid and krampus cat.

Mary, Queen of Scots (she was lying, of course)

Alas what am I? What use has my life?

I am but a body whose heart's torn away,

A vain shadow, an object of misery

Who has nothing left but death-in-life.

O my enemies, set your envy all aside;

I've no more eagerness for high domain;

I've borne too long the burden of my pain

To see your anger swiftly satisfied.

And you, my friends who have loved me so true,

Remember, lacking health and heart and peace,

There is nothing worthwhile that I can do;

Ask only that my misery should cease

And that, being punished in a world like this,