The unicorn is dead...

Sounds like some sort of secret code. "The Unicorn is dead." I killed it. Accidentally of course. I broke its leg some time ago. Tonight I must have brushed by it with enough force to knock it to the floor. I saw it hit in slow motion as pieces of it splintered off. I've had it for probably over fifteen years, and in that time I believe it has gone on every Christmas tree, except for last year... and this. I picked up the pieces and found that all four legs are now broken off, as well as one of the wings. It is a little sad, but not any moreso than that I haven't had a real Christnas tree for two years in a row now.  The puny fake tree, garlands, wreaths and lights are up and I had them all turned on tonight. I find it very relaxing and peaceful, instead of just dead and quiet. I haven't been able to afford much of anything these past few years except for food, bills and jeans, but the Christmas spirit has not quite yet abandoned me... or I it. Somehow the soft glow of the twinkle lights provides a fuzzy warm feeling to soften the blow that things are still broken... I am still broken... and am ending another year alone.