Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh lovely tree, you used to stand
upon a hill 'neath skies of blue.
Now you're cut down, bound up to land
somewhere indoors, your home anew.
We dress you up with balls and lights
adorn your branches, full and green.
Your colors sparkle through the nights;
outside, through windows, can be seen.
How loved you are on Christmas day...
the center of festivity.
Below your limbs, the presents lay
safeguarded 'neath your dignity.
And still, you stand through new year's show,
on guard until the season's done.
But one cold morn, to curb you go...
dried up and naked in the sun.
But now, these days, you might be spared;
your replicas, for years, can last,
are trimmed, then packed away, prepared
for next year's holiday, recast.
Sandra M. Haight
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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