~A BRANCH OF FAITH~

~A BRANCH OF FAITH~

A Poem by Jillian Alexis
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I WROTE THIS POEM DURING CHRISTMAS TIME.

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‎~A BRANCH OF FAITH~


Christmas was in the morning,

and Santa was on his way;

Yet there was no tree for a nine year old,

to cheerfully decorate.

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Dressed warmly in tattered old rags,

into her backyard she strayed;

Determined to find a Christmas tree,

to bring home and proudly display.

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Upon her knees she searched and searched,

until she finally found;

A tree that looked as lonely as her,

so she pulled it from the ground.

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She placed it in her living room,

and used twine to hold it in place;

Then she found the few decorations,

that she had managed to save.

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She carefully wrapped a towel around,

the bottom of her new tree;

Then she draped a string of popcorn,

‘round the prettiest tree she had seen.

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When the ornaments were hung,

she plugged in the strand of lights;

And oh how that lonely tree that she found,

became a most beautiful sight!

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"Now Santa will have a place,

to put all our Christmas gifts";

She smiled as she thought out loud,

"I hope all our presents will fit."

~

She gently woke her mother up,

to see what she had done;

Her Mommy smiled and softly said,

"This is truly beautiful Hon!"

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"I'm glad that you like it Mommy,

now we're ready when Santa arrives;

I wanted to put a Christmas tree up,

I knew you would be surprised."

~

Her mother's expression quickly changed,

from a smile into a frown;

"Mommy, don't you know by now,

that Santa Clause won't let us down?"

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"Now listen to me Sweet-pea,

you know how poor we are;

I have no money to buy you gifts,

though I love you with all my heart!"

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The child looked at her mother,

and saw tears well up in her eyes;

"We will still get presents Mommy,

‘cause Santa Clause never lies.

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We'll both have a blessed Christmas,

just you wait and see;

He'll still leave presents for both of us,

underneath our Christmas tree."

~

They hung their Christmas stockings,

a pair of worn out socks;

As she tucked her child in bed she said,

"Hush now, no more talk."

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When Christmas morning arrived at last,

she sprung from her warm bed;

She yelled down the hall to her mother,

"Let's see what Santa has left!"

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Beneath their beautiful Christmas tree,

there were presents everywhere;

Her mother stared in disbelief,

at the gifts piled here and there.

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"Mommy, I told you that Santa Clause,

would ne’er let you or me down;

‘Cause I wrote him, "Please bring my Mommy,

something of which she'll be proud."

~

'Tis then they heard a very loud knock,

upon their old, oak door;

On the porch were many sacks of food,

"How could anyone ask for much more?"

~

They sat down later that evening,

and thanked God for their Christmas meal;

Then they sang “Happy Birthday Lord Jesus,” and ‘twas then they both knew God was real.


Copyright © 2011 Jillian Alexis

© 2015 Jillian Alexis


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Jillian Alexis
Jillian Alexis

Mattoon, IL



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