Sunday, 6 December 2009

Little Christmas Tree


We're just back from buying our Christmas tree, a task I love...I always have to go, even though Paul does all the carrying, loading & unloading because the choice has to reach my exacting standards...right height (about 5ft), not too bushy nor too sparse, plenty of well spaced branches...as I walk around the display, the right one somehow sings out to me - as it did today. So she sits outside, in deep water, waiting for the right day to be brought in and decorated for the season. That will probably be in 10 days or so, and of course I will post the results. But I wanted to leave you with a poem from one of my favourite writers, the great e e cummings, that I always think of when I hear my special tree sing out to me each year!

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flowerwho found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowd to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have it's ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel"

1 comment:

  1. How beautiful! Yes, Ramon and I get quite attached to our tree every year. In Friends, when Phoebe says she's sad that trees must be cut down for Christmas, Joey comforts her by saying they are fulfilling their Christmas destiny. I quite like that thought.
    Thanks again for the lovely gifts; so happy we have met!
    xo
    Dawn

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