The Christmas Tree
I was all lit up and glowing so bright
Just a week or so ago
When it was time for the thanks giving
The Christmas cheer in all hearts,
young and old
Then came the Christmas touch
In a day or two
beads of yellow, green and blue
gleamed through my branches in the warmth of the hues
Garlands adorned me in spirals of red and gold
Merry children ran around me with glee
The golden Star perched on the top
shined and shimmered in the silver of the moon
And now I am all set to be wrapped up in mourn
In the corner of the empty room,
Where the grey-haired whiskers gloom
in a Christmas dream
Where my tangles retort to the wait so dry
And my senses resort to the past gone in haste
The dust of sorrow shrouded me in grey
But the spider adorned me in strands of silver
And weaved a dream out of the meshes
And then I was caught in that dream so vain
Until the dawn of the coming Christmas week.
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