Oh Christmas Tree

Softly falls the snow around you,

as you struggle not to care,

that walkers let their dogs assault you

with legs akimbo in the air.

You wait beside the drifted curb

for the truck that comes around,

with squealing brakes that will disturb

the house's slumber with their sound.

But who will watch as you are lifted

heavenward to meet the end,

as are the others, now snow-drifted

supine and brittle on the ground?

Oh Christmas tree who threw the light

across the faces of the young,

Remember joy, the happy night,

when Christmas carols were happily sung.

Oh Christmas tree who patiently

graced the season of hope and love,

remember hands who carefully

placed the angel high above.

Remember green. The sun that shone,

above you in your forest home . .
and in that home that fades from sight . . .

You were the star that lit the night.

Cathy. Wilson