O Christmas Tree

I have located the greatest Christmas tree in Barranquilla. So have many of the Barranquierros.

Every year at this most blessed time [please feel free to interpret that tone of keystroke however you see fit] the elite of BQ take it upon themselves to decorate their homes in the most, hmmm, wow, adjective.....noticeable manner possible. This usually runs the gambit between the sublime and the obscene, and this year is no different. Walking home one day from work, on a different route from my normal Carrera 59B, I came across a tannenbaum, which, of course, this being the tropics, is no tannenbaum, but man o man is it a Christmas tree. Usually, I go for the photographing of the decorated palm trees, with the red-lit testicular coconuts swaying in the wind to the strains of "White Christmas" playing out of a massive loudspeaking, meant for salsa not carols, but this year, I encountered the greatest Christmas Tree of all time, something to make that sickly pine in Rockefeller Center take a step back and say, "Well, shit. Now That is a Tree!"

Bear in mind these photos were all taken at the same private residence, while buses pulled up to unload unwashed masses of pilgrims who normally would be shot on site in this part of town. But then, this is the season of giving and even we who live in the North, in Villa Country, can allow El Pueblo a couple minutes to reflect on all that we do for them. Just stay the hell off the grass, Dammit!