Oh, Christmas Tree

OH, CHRISTMAS TREE Denial covers its tracks - clouding the memory. SILVER, it was freakin’ SILVER!!! Glittering, glossy, garish, tin foil, SILVER!! Required no ornamentation, no tinsel tossing, no death defying wiring, only a spinning rainbow disk to splash crayola colored lights upon SILVER branches. It resembled a fringed strobe light hanging from an inverted ceiling. I would imagine Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders shaking silver Pom-Poms cheering it on. There would be therapy, recurring dreams – lost in a tinsel silver forest on a distant Christmas Eve. When we threw it out I placed it in front of someone else’s house. Occasionally, at Christmas, someone will ask: “Do you remember…..” only to be pounced upon and silenced - Denial covers its tracks. ©12/8/2017 submitted to – Christmas Tree – Poetry Contest