Christmas Tree [1954]

Christmas Tree [1954] We went out, my father and me, Seeking the perfect Christmas tree. But not by sites of retail sales, But, into the woods, ‘mongst hay bales. For in this time, people cared not, You crossed a fence, entered their lot. Tho land was owned, it still was shared, There were trees, for people who cared. So it was, we entered a field, Seeing what the forest might yield. Amongst high grass, and thorny bush, Onward and upward, we did push. Creeks run cold, there’s snow on the ground, Hare’s running, does nature abound? Small ice flakes cascade on my head, But I have no wonder, no fear, no dread. For I’m with dad, he knows what’s up, So we head on,  trailed by a  pup. To the forest benign, we go, Look for a tree, to make us glow. Last we find a Cedar you know, Not much else can Texas thus show. Lest you like the mighty mesquite, Its thorns and beans, hanging replete. But, you know, it’s the perfect tree, Tho not fir, but Cedar you see. We’re too poor, to afford anymore, Pop hands the axe, gives me the chore. After I axe it, we drag it home, It’s in a stand, no more to roam. Hang our blessings, then stand aside, Wait for Santa, who else does ride. God, it’s lovely [or so think I] Adorned by mom, high in the sky. Nothing’s better than your own tree, Chopped by me, and for all to see. And so it’s here, and decorated, Taking half the room, unabated. Mom is smiling, and so is dad, Memory of Xmas, we once had. Copyright 2001 Brazos MasonI'm telling you, Christmas was much better back then! Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 03:16 PM PST, Brazos Mason   0 • 9