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Christmas Trees and Why I Love Them

A Poem to Remember this Holiday Season

By M. Rigby BaringtonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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The most wonderful thing

Of Christmas trees

Is that they take on many forms.

One’s Christmas tree

Could simply be

A small plant

And some thorns.

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The richest man in the world

Could own a twenty-footer,

Set up aglow in a great hall.

The poorest man’s

Might not be

Quite as flashy

At all.

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A plastic two-foot tall tree

Is as tree as a tree could really be;

Or the tree in your heart

If you’re stuck in a war,

Or a Christmas tree painting

On your bedroom door.

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The North Man himself,

From up in Christmas-tree Towne,

Has told me sincerely,

“Any tree is as tree as a tree

Could really be.”

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So never worry about

Looks or grandeur,

Of any sort, at all;

What matters then and now,

Is the closeness of Christmastime,

And that your tree is proud.

Holiday

About the Creator

M. Rigby Barington

A young wannabe wordsmith. Poems and tales.

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    Written by M. Rigby Barington