The Little Christmas Tree
by Londis Carpenter
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A little christmas tree grows up to a great surprize
The Little Christmas Tree
By Londis Carpenter
Copyright © 2006—all rights reserved
Bruce the Spruce was a Christmas tree
He lived on Christmas Farm.
Each night he dreamed that he could bring
Cheer into someone’s home.
He stretched his branches every day
And squeezed his needles tight,
So he could be a perfect tree
For holding Christmas lights.
Every year at Christmas time
Bruce did as he was taught
He showed all of his Christmas charm
Hoping he would be bought.
The people came from miles around
To buy their Christmas Trees.
They pulled and tugged at branches
And gave the twigs a squeeze.
They looked for trees just the right size,
With needles that would stay,
And trees that gave a Christmas smell
To brighten Christmas day.
Bruce was a perfect Christmas tree;
The children seemed to love him.
But Bruce was small and other trees
Still towered high above him.
The years went by and Bruce the Spruce
Eventually grew tall.
His branches spread and held their form;
They didn’t droop at all.
But there were many Christmas Trees
That grew on Christmas Farm
And no one ever seemed to pick out Bruce,
With all his charm.
Bruce grew so sad as years went by;
It seemed he’d grown too tall.
It seemed that he would never be
A Christmas tree at all.
And when the families came each year
To buy trees for their home,
They never looked at Bruce the Spruce;
He stood there all alone.
Bruce never forgot Christmas;
It brightened all his dreams.
But in the light of each new day
He lost his Christmas schemes.
One day a truck came to the farm;
Men came with saws and rope.
They came to cut the tallest tree;
Bruce finally lost all hope.
“My time has come; I’ve grown too old,”
His arms trembled in fear.
“I’m only good for firewood now;
“I’’ve seen my final year.”
They cut him down and tied him to
The flatbed truck they brought.
They drove away, while Bruce the Spruce
Lie weeping on the truck.
Bruce closed his eyes and fell asleep;
He dreamed of silent nights,
Of children’s smiling faces,
Of gifts and colored lights.
When Bruce awoke He couldn’t hold
Back all of his delight.
Bruce couldn’t believe what he saw;
His branches all had lights.
His arms were filled with tinsel.
Children were gathered ‘round.
And everyone was cheering
And laughing on the ground.
Bruce looked around in ecstasy;
He couldn’t help but stare.
Bruce had become the Christmas tree
That now adorned Times Square.
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|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|What a wonderful Christmas (tree) story.
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
A lesson of Perseverance through the wise and magnificent verse-lines of "The Little Christmas Tree"... A poem that honors the language and enriches the pages of the history of Poetry.
Long healthy creative life through a blissful living, Poet.
In gratitude and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Truly enjoyed this Christmas tale, Lonnie!|
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|Bruce has so much personality, you gotta love him.
CJ is right, it should be a story. If I were a kid, I would want to read it over and over.
I'm happy for you, Bruce!
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|Lon, you have painted a very good picture of what a Christmas tree should be. This is really beautiful, thank you for sharing. Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year too.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most excellent Londis!!
Good to read you again!!
Still sleeping in the Bath???
Happy Holidays to you and yours!!
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|Excellent, Londis -- this would make a dynamite short story, you know. Again, excellent poem, and I really enjoyed this.
Love and Happy Christmas,