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Have to say, of late I have gained a new appreciation for the humble Douglas Fir. Asides its role as one of the most prominent species of Christmas Tree, and by extension collective Christmas memories, the tree is one of those that could live for centuries and tower among the giant Sequoias and Redwoods if given enough time, with some definite 'Deep Woods' or Eldritch potential. Furthermore it is non-toxic and has traditions of being made into various teas.
If you factor in the potential life span of the tree-getting one of the Christmas Trees you can plant afterwards is in some ways like adopting a baby Eldritch Entity at Christmas.
Imagine if while going into the forest at Christmas in order to cut down a tree you get lost and find yourself stumbling further and further in. Watching as the trees continue to slowly get bigger and bigger irregardless of which direction you walk in, all the while snow continues to fall softly. The canopies of the trees get thicker, blocking most of the natural light and making your surroundings get darker as you go. The roots trap soil between them forming natural stairways down steep slopes. Eventually you spot a small light, (is that a light?), in the distance. Still trudging forth to see a small cottage carved out of the centre of a still living Douglas fir. An old decrepit but cheerful woman comes out saying that she had missed you and invites you inside for a cup of tea. She was sweeping the steps with a broom made out of the branches of a Douglas Fir. Not knowing how else to respond you head in. She fusses over you like family and insists you take your coat off to let it dry. You sit at her table. All the furniture is made out of the carved wood of the Douglas fir with still green bows growing out in various places to act as soft furnishings. Then she hands you a steaming cup of tea that smells strongly of citrus and mint. You look down to see it is made out of Douglass fir needles and hot melted snow. As you drink it she talks to you, and you listen. Although you can't remember anything of what she says. When you are finished she hands you back your coat, now dry and warm. Her skin is rough like the bark of a tree. She tells you to take care of yourself and that you must come back to visit some time. You then leave, only to find yourself standing in the parking lot not far from your car, axe still in hand, having still not found a Christmas tree. But tucked underneath your coat you find a small Douglas Fir sapling. You then head home.
Please Note: The sudden onset of warmth can be a sign of hypothermia. Always dress warmly when going outside during winter in below zero temperatures and do not remove any articles of clothing unless they get soaked in water. Stay safe out there.