The Fir Tree

The Fir Tree

The fir tree sat waiting for us

In the Christmas tree lot.

It drank the water we gave it.

Bursting forth its forest scent

How birds would have loved

To sit and preen on its pretty branches

That we have gaily dressed

With multicolored ornaments.

Bright white lights in place of snow

Bursting with a festive glow.

Dangling icicles fastened like earrings

Reminders of nature’s winter wearings.         

Such joy in a gentle quiet being

Whose silence marks the timeless magic

Of the holiday season.