Christmas Tree Sentences

It's beginning to look a lot like wisdom
Love's a currency in demise
Limits are what tie snipped ropes of
Ornamental, glittering lies
Astigmatism in the air
The lights flare out in lines
An effort to seek warmth again
Coffee's my bottle of wine
Onion skin shrivelling
Kind, fun, comedic thriving
A fun analysis in the air
The complexities are sparkling
There's a word sounding wrong in my mouth
Like my own name said softly
There's a new kindness going around
One I'm administering to myself only