The Christmas Tree
I think it's somewhat sad to see
The remnants of a Christmas tree
That once was lush and green
A strand of tinsel here and there
On broken branches... Now, turned bare
In a very different scene
It's branches once exposed to sights
Like shiny bulbs and twinkling lights
With a crowning star.....superb
The tree now waits on frozen ground
Dry needles scattered all around
For the trash man, at the curb
The tree once guarded drummer boys
And candy canes and wind up toys
And a new electric train
The tree, with boxes now unwrapped
Beneath the boxes now, lies trapped
It's struggle all in vain
I also know that late next fall
We'll go to the storage in the hall
And retrieve the Christmas trimmings
We'll trim a tree that's green and lush
And from this single act will rush
New Holiday beginnings
Midwest City, Oklahoma
Wishing Peace and Goodwill to all of mankind. Remembering Christmases of the past today. Staying snugged inside nice and warm and not out in the snowy weather. Christmas music channel on TV. Dinner will be cooking soon. We were not raised with all the riches of fancy things - but we always had food on the table and a Cardoni Christmas was something to behold. Mother and Daddy always made them so special. The tree was Mother's pride and joy. It was bought early and kept in a bucket of water on the patio. It wasn't allowed in the house until the 20th. Daddy would put the lights on the tree and we would decorate it. Mother always did the tinsel; silver as she called it. Presents were stacked about 3 feet high around the tree. I still have my bride doll that I got one Christmas. I guess my favorite Christmas that I can remember was when I got Go-Go Boots.
The tree stayed up until January 6th - the Feast of the Three Kings (Epiphany). Now days the tree is taken down the next day - they consider Christmas as being over. I'm reminded of the lines from Miracle on 34th Street - "Christmas isn't just a day; it's a frame of mind." So true.
I just took Axel outside to get some fresh air and I could hear the tree branches hitting each other. I looked up to the grey wintry sky and it made me think of the Christmas song, "Bleak, bleak Winter". I've listened to it on the Moody Blues Christmas Album. It will be the Blue Hour soon and a cuppa tea sounds very warm and welcoming.
Wishing you all a safe and peaceful Christmas. I hope you are with the ones you love today.
Ciao! Buon Natale!