Constance La France Poet Verse

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My Christmas Tree Dream

I was walking snow covered woods,
     in my dream and came upon a fir tree;
and I was struck by the bright glistening branches,
       dusted with beautiful new fallen snow;
             shimmering in moonlight . . . 

        with stars shining through those branches,
     reminding me of Jesus's journey to Earth;
oh, I will decorate that fir tree in the woods,
       'cause could not imagine cutting it down;
           so went home for baubles . . . 

        made of glass, wood and ceramic,
     also garland, tinsel and a golden star;
it was a lovely dream of tree decorating,
     and in great respect for the nativity;
             I placed the star on top . . . 

       and when I was finished-   I stood,
    to behold the most beautiful fir tree;
with stars shining through the decorated branches,
       and the star up top began to sparkle;
            in my Christmas tree dream . . . 

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December 7, 2018


Poetry/Verse/My Christmas Tree Dream
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Constance La France December 10, 2018 at 8:35 AM Andrea, thanks for visiting my poem with that great comment and the wow, appreciate ~

Andrea Dietrich December 9, 2018 at 8:27 PM wow, you did an amazing job for her contest. I am feeling so overwhelmed. I worked all day and still can't accomplish all i had hoped to do. Anyway, cards going out soon at least (still no time for the contest I want to put up, but i promise soon!!) Constance La France December 10, 2018 at 8:35 AM Love~

Constance La France December 8, 2018 at 11:33 AM Caycay, thanks so much for visiting my poem with that beautiful comment, I appreciate. I hate that trees are cut down to decorate the inside of a home and then thrown to the curb withered ~ CayCay Godwin December 12, 2018 at 9:37 AM I've used the same tree for many moons, but, even though I agree with you, it is my understanding they plant one for everyone cut down (at least in the US, I think, I hope, I pray it is so). Be golden, girl

CayCay Godwin December 8, 2018 at 10:42 AM Your poem not only decorates a tree, but the moods of willing readers for it touched me with peace, beauty and the genuine spirit of Christmas, even created a longing to bundle up and sit under the branches bearing the beauty created. Seems a good time to wish you a Merry Christmas and internal peace. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Constance La France December 8, 2018 at 11:31 AM Hugs back~

Constance La France December 8, 2018 at 9:48 AM Thank you Chris and Heidi for visiting my poem with those great comments, appreciate so much~

Heidi Sands December 7, 2018 at 1:15 PM This is so nice and you have written well to be able to see :) Thanks for sharing ! Constance La France December 8, 2018 at 9:47 AM ~.~

Chris Green December 7, 2018 at 12:29 PM Beautifully done my friend. This was an enchanting view of your dream that brought a happy smile to my face and a thrill to my heart. I have often thought about going out into a forest and decorating a random tree to wonder if anyone else would ever see it. Constance La France December 8, 2018 at 9:47 AM ~.~