Old Friend

Old Christmas tree that lay in his box, in the darkness, under the stairs Nobody loved him any more, he thought, nobody had any cares There was once a time, he stood tall in the hall with his baubles, tinsel and bow Nobody stirred him any more, he knew it was the end of the show Old Christmas tree looked down at himself, his sell by date, he knew it had past A new modern gadget now stood where he once stood, he knew that he had been outclassed His false pine needles were now sagging and thin, his false bark was all twisting away The days of his being as strong as a false oak, had evolved into one of decay The new modern thing that stood in his place was all shiny and silver and bright It made flashes and whirls by a timing machine that created a fantastic site Constructed robotic it whistled and beamed and revolved quadrophonic bright lights Old Christmas tree knew, he could never compete, the moment the days turned to nights Old Christmas tree remembered the days, when the children would dress him for fun As he stood by the wall in the entrance hall, the centre of all attraction The people would say nice things about him, how handsome his tinsel so loose But the glory days were now over for him, as it was for the cedar and spruce Technology has come and it was out with the old, it was in with the modern and hip That crackled and beamed with neonic lights that were more akin to a spaceship Nobody wanted the mess on the floor or the disposal when Christmas had passed Old Christmas tree just wept in his box, this Christmas would now be his last Then suddenly a bright light did shine, it shone right down to his pine Careful soft hands lifted him out, saying, come little one you are mine Christmas time would not be the same without Old Christmas tree stood back in his place I will straighten your needles and smooth out your bark and dress you with tinsel and lace I have lifted you out , for the last thirty years, I will lift you for thirty years more Technological trees, they may have their place but it is you that I really adore Old Christmas tree will go back in his place, in his place by the wall in the hall Dressed in tinsel and baubles, adorned with an angel to great each, every and all Wrote for Christmas tree contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 6/12/18