A Christmas Tree To Be Tamed

The day after christmas, the tree was up, and smiles still on. Holiday spirit still wondering in the peacful home. the little kids rest their heads, nicley tucked in their small wooden bed. Yet they didnt know the candle was lit bright upstairs, on the tree while flames blew into pairs. Fire arose, ashes shed. they woke up from their little sleepy beds. smoke detectors on, the air is fog. there's no way to get out, the exit is gone. I close my eyes but still hear the screaming. Feel the heat of the christmas tree bleeding. The cats cry is their way of saying, they want to get out they want to get out, they can hear the fire coming. I glance at the reflection in the cats eyes. With christmas spirit burning in flames. The christmas tree that cant be tamed. I can taste the fire. I can smell the burning. As i see the fire, he is chasing. I am running. When I try and follow the only light that's left to be seen. I step out the door. Leaving the childhood dream.