My Christmas Tree

just me

 

My Christmas tree

is one of kind,

unique and lush

with an unprecedented design,

busting at the seam

viewed from the hall

a visionary dream

wobbling, but standing tall.

 

My Christmas tree

Is bare to the bone

Not an ornament to cover

The pines are all alone.

 

I spent all my money

buying this tree

not a dime left over

oh why wasn’t it free.

 

Somewhere at the top

pushing at the ceiling

is the branch that holds

that star of David

but it’s not there

on the top of this tree

nowhere to be found

lost,

in history.

 

 

 

I must have misplaced my faith,

the warmth that carried me

To this most adoring

heavenly place…

it must have escaped me.

 

Out of the air,

a light so bright

at the top of my tree

brings goose bumps tonight,

the tears keep fallen

crashing to the floor

please stop me from balling

for my eyes have become sore…

 

What a humbling

experiences as I watch

in amazement,

the tree has come to life

for the very first time…

 

Just for little old me.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

I must have misplaced my faith,
the warmth that carried me
To this most adoring
heavenly place�
it must have escaped me.

nowhere to be found
lost,
in history.

My favorite lines above. I like where you took this poem. Starring at the tree, one's mind does wander. Well done! Brianna

[Angelic Darkness]

This is such a endearing poem. Miracles are everywhere, and just when we
least suspect. AD

[Jessica Fox]

what an interesting poem, it almost makes you think of the symbolism of christmas and the tree being that some people are lush and spend all their money on the damn holiday, ok well I got distracted either way it holds several meanings and it isn't just about a tree. If you wanna talk about trees I have three fake trees, one pink that looks like a twinkling strawberry sundae, a purple one that I like to call my skeleton tree (because it has little fake skeletons and halloween stuff on it) and my little black christmas tree with the skull base and the bats, spiders and skeletons on it. ^_^

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So touching . . . I'm standing in awe of the Christmas tree and all of the beauty of the spirit that surrounds it.

Such a beautiful poem that forces the reader to realize that the true spirit of Christmas is not in the decorations of the eye, but in the decorations of the mind and soul.

Beautiful!