'the Christmas Tree'

The soft snow was gently falling on this winter evening- it was quite dreamy as I walked really peaceful- I had only walked two short blocks and there was a Christmas tree lot. So inviting with bright lights and Christmas music playing I just had to visit- there were many- varieties all sizes- and oh, the smell was divine- I can still hear mother telling dad- get a good tree- nice and strong I walked among the trees all the Balsam, Fraser, Spruce and Pine trees. Even rare, Douglas I had no plans- to get a tree but the graceful beauty and lush green enchanted me with a vision of a tree with bright ornaments and garland and silver tinsel shimmering- with colorful lights, in my living room. They were selling hot chocolate so I got a big steaming cup while I shopped for my tree- it needed strong branches and would not lose needles until way after the holidays- and it had to be lovely and lush green who knew picking a tree would be so difficult to do I went around and around that tree lot then I saw it. Just waiting there it was a Fraser Fir- but a bit expensive oh, I turned away a few times only to come back- again and decided no other would do- farmer Joe carried it down the street and up my steep stairs let it sit awhile to thaw, he said- so that night I just sat on my sofa looking at my lush green but frozen fir. Next day- decorating I have my mother's- and grandma's Christmas balls stored in old tattered boxes and I have some too I spent the day at it- first the lights around and around then the delicate ornaments some fragile old- some new and last the angel on the top and there it was- my tree so beautiful in the corner of my living room. ____________________ December 10, 2017 Poetry/Epic/'The Christmas Tree' Copyright Protected, ID 17-9699-52-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.