The Greenest Pine Bough
It lays in the middle my front door,
to greet my guests with festivity
and to spread a little holiday cheer...
snow may fall to sprinkle it with its snowflakes,
but lights will give it more charm with their twinkles!
Through the twelve days of Christmas,
many will have gazed at and breathed in its freshness
of pine taken from the nearest forest's depth;
and who ever imagined the joy it expressed...
when it was carried away to town to become a wreath!
A chorus of red-cheeked of youngsters and adults
will gather before it at Christmas Eve to sing many carols...
as I open that door and smiling I will welcome them,
and much more than material gifts I'll be receiving:
this one is the best I will ever receive on a blessed evening!
The old year sadly leaves and mischievous January,
with chill and snow, brings in the New Year extending hope
to anyone displaying the greenest pine bough on their door:
feeling profound peace to extol dreamed winter's tranquility...
when behind a frosted window moonlight shines even more.
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