The Metal Christmas Tree
In the year of 58
Once upon a day in December,
before the 24th I remember,
a sparse tree made of metal,
with reflecting silver branches
no smell nor water to keep it alive,
no squirrel or nest could ever survive,
It came in a box from UPS,
with a spinning light below,
the ugliest tree I am sure you know,
I knew Santa would not approve,
what were my parents thinking,
they must have been drinking,
how could they do this to me,
a Christmas dream now shattered,
what’s next a chicken dinner,
I made it through that year,
only to find in the year of 59,
this ugly tree reappeared.
Contest: Writing Challenge-Write A Christmas Poem
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date Created: 11/25/2022
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2022
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