Our Tree

Our Tree Carrying green, luscious needles on gracefully stretching limbs, Strong, straight trunk holding all that bounty together, Emitting cool, spicy fragrance that touches our senses with delight, The Christmas tree is reaching for us. We see, we smell, we hold this wonder of nature; We tie it to the top of our car and carry it home With expectant smiles of happy times to come. After a short rest in our peaceful back yard, The day comes when we bring it into the house. Without any struggle it stands and soon holds strands of twinkling lights, making it glow and sparkle. Friends join us in decorating, We are surrounded by boxes of treasures, we remember each ornament and relive the moment it was created, or given to us by a loved one. “This is the first ornament we bought after we were married, The girls painted these when they were, oh, maybe 6 and 8 years old, And these with roses on them are the last gift from Dad, before we lost him. Our son loved the Lionking, so we got him this ornament.” “I made these when I was going through my wood working phase, And this is from a very dear friend. My sister found this cat ornament, knowing I like cats, And here is this year’s find I bought at the Christmas place.” Now it’s time for a break, coffee and cookies. But soon we look upon the masterpiece we created with satisfaction. “Oh, it’ so beautiful!” my heart sings. This tree would win no price at a contest, It has no color theme, only love and joy. It carries the precious memories of times gone by, Of a loving family and lots of good friends. I believe the tree likes it . It stretches with all the glitter and smiles proudly. I wake up to it’s wonderful pine scent, Thinking:” It’s Christmas time! I love it”