Lil' Blue, Our Favorite Christmas Tree
It was nothing but a tiny Blue Spruce,
lil’ Blue never grew to be tall enough for Eve-
Each branch withered, each blade loose,
all the other Spruces couldn’t believe.
So, one day the lil' Blue did leave.
He ventured out into the cold with might,
he knew not of anything warm or comfy-
He was standing crooked under the moonlight,
when he met eyes with no one but me.
It was like lil' Blue was finally a good tree.
He was sad looking, not very pretty,
but with him I felt a strange connection-
We talked; he was silly and witty,
so, we walked and made a pine cone collection.
It was his time to shine, his resurrection.
I brought him home and the lights I strung,
tinsel and handmade ornaments were placed-
On the tip of his frail head an angel I hung,
you should’ve seen the look upon his face!
It was a look of joy no one could replace.
The next morning down came my daughter,
she was excited to see a tree full of joy-
She saw beauty, because compassion I taught her,
she’d rather have a Christmas tree than any toy.
My puppy smelled lil' Blue and smiled; good boy.
Christmas ended and lil' Blue started to get sad,
he knew it was time to go back to the woods-
For it was the best Christmas he ever had,
and with pitiful eyes he just stood.
Then I wondered, “hmmm, what if I could?”
So, I dug a huge hole in the yard for lil’ Blue,
planted him with care and love for our family-
It was a miracle, ten feet tall he grew,
he laughed with happiness and thanked me.
He was part of us now…our favorite Blue Spruce tree.
Christmas Tree Contest
Shadow Hamilton
December 9, 2017
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2017
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