For I am the spirit behind the tree.
I beckon you to look deep within and beyond the Christmas scene.
For I am the spirit behind the tree.
My name is thousands of years old and my trees have been and always will be part of winters celebratory hold.
My trees were there when Christ was born and my trees were there when Witches were burned.
My trees have always been and always will be.
For I am the spirit behind the tree.
Do you remember me? The laughing jolly Green Man? Or the mischievous Horneded Lord of life and death? It’s I who is peering beyond the green! Perhaps you remember not, but you must feel me, for I have always been there.
When they brought my trees in to honor the earth, I was there.
When they decorated my trees with sacred holiday fair, I was there.
When they converted in fear and gave new meaning to my tree, I was there.
I never left for you see the silver, gold, and precious ornaments that dawn holiday trees are all reminiscent of me! I never left, I just went behind the tree. For I am the God of the green and the true reason for the season.
When you see the star upon the tree, do you remember what Pagans you be? Or the angel that hold the candle? She must harken back to the torch bearing Goddess! The mighty queen of heaven!
Yet many have forgotten to look behind the tree. For that is were my Spirit is. Hidden betwixt the branches and precious decor and between the spaces of life, death, light, and darkness.
For I am also above the tree, shining bright in honor of the sun, my holy light. Yet, I am also below. The gifts given and the love shown, that is me, the spirit behind the tree.
So this year as you gather around the tree, please remember that you do this in memory of me, the God and Spirit of the tree.