A Christmas Tree's Story

A Christmas Tree’s Story


I
stand
in a corner,
but I’m never alone.
A few days ago, they brought
me here, to this beautiful home.
They injured me sorely, my time won’t
Be long. For just a few days, I’ll stand here
strong. They’ve tried to care for me as best they
can, fixed me up real purty, I’m not sure of their plan.
I’ve been stretched and pulled, decorated with gadgets.
I’m beginning to feel, a bit of the season’s magic. I hear
children singing, sometimes I wish I couldn’t, for some can’t sing
at all, so I wish they wouldn’t. Someone praises my beauty, I’d blush if
I could, instead I stand here silently, like I know I should. After all, I’m a
Douglas Fir, now called a Christmas Tree, here to please, my adopted family.
I stand tall and proud, the holiday is planned. Soon it will be Christmas, across
the land. Merry Christmas to
you all, I wish you the best.
And know that in the long run,
your lives are blessed.

Jim Dorrell
11/29/14