Monica Engeler

(05/31/1962 / NJ)

The Littlest Christmas Tree


As a child I had a tree standing by my window.
I decorated it with lights, garland and ornaments.
The stand was wrapped with a cloth of imaginary snow.

For many years I had my little tree.
It marked the beginning of the Holiday Season.
The tree stood gracefully for all to see.

Later on I designed a stable to the Christmas ring.
I made a stable out of wood.
And the nativity scene stood within.

As I grew older this tradition came to an end.
The tree was stored in the attic for safe keeping.
Over twenty years went by till I would see my tree again.

The Holidays always remained the same at home.
Christmas was a time to gather and feast at dinner.
And yes presents were plentiful on the whole.

Many years have passed by at home now.
My father had passed away in the mean time.
I lived with my mother without a frown.

A chill marked the beginning of another long cold winter.
I needed to find some covers for my bed.
So I went to the attic to find blankets for this weather.

I looked around and saw what I needed right away.
I started to choose the right size blankets.
Then I saw something in another way.

A dirty box lay hidden.
The box had a drawing of a Christmas tree on it.
Could it be something that was long forgotten?

I pushed the blankets and sheets to the left.
Such disbelief was I.
It was something I thought wasn’t kept.

My little tree was in the box.
I took it out and placed it on my shelf
Then I looked for Christmas ornament boxes.

I found everything from long ago.
The garland and the ornaments were just where I left them.
I really made my tree look like a Christmas show.

Through the year, I collected many Christmas pieces
I placed my Clauses, and snowmen around the tree
Then I turned the candle lights on and it looked real.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Edited: Saturday, July 30, 2011

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Littlest Christmas Tree by Monica Engeler )

Enter the verification code :

  • Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (12/22/2009 7:37:00 PM)

    Christmas has a profound meaning to all who know Jesus and the great difference, the birth of Christ has made to mankind's ultimate fate. The meaningfulness gets deeper into one's heart when one takes the pain to create the atmosphere for a good Christmas celebration by dedicated work in its preparation. Christmas should stay this way for mankind's own sake!
    thanks for sharing your reminiscences.
    'Merry Christmas,2009! '
    Dr John Celes (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Morning Kiss, Matt Mooney
  2. Here's A Lazy Thought, Electric Lady
  3. A Conservative Guardian Can Only Do Hono.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  4. Just For Blasphemy, One Is Killing Anoth.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  5. Somtimes, tallulah montegue
  6. I cannot Forget You, tallulah montegue
  7. Haiku: Gravity Too, Brian Johnston
  8. Little Secret, Edgard Canales P
  9. Ebola, Is It Poetry
  10. Last Journey, Pradip Chattopadhyay

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]