Christmas Eve Tree

Christmas Eve Tree I went out the back door into the yard. Among the drifts that were getting hard. The sun just down and it was late. As I walked out the gate. I Followed the creek still flowing free. And came to just the right tree. I Cut at the tree down low. Till it toppled on the snow. Beside the log fire in this room. I swept the corner with the broom. Brought in the tree using some might. Stood it straight in the firelight. From the attic, put there last year, I fetched the boxes and sat them near. Within are decorations of different types. Angels, stars and snowmen with pipes. There are lights and globes and tinsel by yards. And near the corner are some old Christmas cards. Pictures of skating girls and boys. And children playing with toys. The tree is trimmed for tonight. The wood fire is burning bright. It’s heat, for the cold night it will be. It’s light, reflecting off the tree.