Monday, December 19, 2016


Tree poetry

Will Hutson described a good moment:

Our tree is plastic
My kid doesn't care, "it's cool"
It's not cool, he's cool.

My dad's was close to my own heart:

Bringing us good cheer
our proud tree holds on to its
beautiful needles

until we take it
naked to the curb for all
the neighbors to see.

And so was this one:

To define priceless
Examine all the branches
Cherished memories

Little green handprint
Santa and his cockroaches
Bright silver cradle

And every branch holds
Felt ornaments crafted to
Let us know we're loved.

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