A Spruce Tree Celebrates Christmas

A young small spruce tree had grown In the sprawling evergreen conifer forest Once decided to celebrate Christmas alone In an isolated hamlet that’s the nearest. It then started to slowly walk on a faint track In the Christmas eve hours of the cold night With the blue moon shimmering on its back Where the snowflakes fluttered, falling light. At the thinned edge of the receding thicket On the crumbling slopes of the rippling hill An old house remotely hung, grimly isolated The smokeless chimney on its top stood still. Through the cracked house’s frosted window The tree looked inside the room dark and cold A little girl making a tree of creased paper it saw For a green Christmas tree they couldn’t afford. The small tree called the sad little girl to come out They went together to the nearby freezing garden She plucked the last flowers for the tree to decorate The moon made snowflakes on the tree to glisten. A star descended on the tree from the glowing sky Finished the decoration sticking on its conical crown Lending its sparkle to the little girl’s lightened eyes They celebrated the Christmas they’d never known. When for the girl bed time came her mother found Her in deep sleep the fingers curled, smeared in glue The paper tree in her arms, both lying on the ground Her dream won't break, it would one day come true. December 12, 2017.