The Littlest Christmas Tree - Poem by Monica Engeler
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.
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