Three weeks ago,
we chose you,
carried you home,
installed you
in our living room,
and decorated you.

Who knows how long
you graced the woods
of Oregon
before you were cut and stacked
among other fragrant trees
and roared southward
in a dark truck?

On this January 3rd,
all your needles
are still in place.
I breathe in your spruceness
as I walk round and round you,
and look at my favorite ornaments
from the angel on down.
Dressed in lights and color,
you reach a few inches
above me.
Here you are,
lovely creature –
I embrace you!

But Christmas is over –
Visiting family’s left
and the last carol’s been played
and the candles are burned down.
Wreaths have disappeared from doors,
cards and gifts are put away.
And Jesus is a ten-day-old baby
Whose parents have fled
to save him from evil.

It’s time to take you down,
Christmas tree.

Yet here you are –
Like a young girl
smiling and twirling,
her skirt
sparkling and flaring
in a circle,
humming as her
tiptoeing feet propel her,
hands reaching and pointing
over her head –

Here you are!
Still dancing
before me.

Oh, Christmas tree!

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