The Little Pine...

It wasn’t very long ago
It stood so straight and tall,
And longed to be a Christmas tree
The fairest of them all.
Its every hope through summer months,
Through cold November’s snow,
Was that it might spend Christmas Eve
‘Neath lights that shine and glow.
But then it seemed time hurried by,
It had that dreadful fear,
It mightn’t be quite big enough
At Christmas time this year.
The others, oh so near at hand
Were larger trees by far,
Their tops were much more sturdy
And could hold a bigger star.
At last December first was here
‘Twas such a lovely sight,
And every branch on every tree
Was decked in lovely white.
Folks chose their trees quite carefully
And took them to their homes;
The little pine was very sad,
For now it stood alone.It seemed that everyone who came
Would pass the small pine by;
They wanted one that was large enough
To touch the ceiling high.
A small tree couldn’t hold the gifts,
Nor could its branches hide
The many little packages
They longed to tuck inside.
Until at last a little boy
With eyes so wondrous bright,
Was quite excited by the tree
That stood within his sight.
He loved the lonesome little pine
And nothing else would do,
‘Twas large enough to please his heart
And quite the fairest, too.Now the little pine felt snug and warm
Despite the wind and cold,
So proud to be a Christmas tree
With lights and toys to hold.
A little boy was just as pleased
With Christmas dreams he planned,
And little pine was loved at last
A child could understand.
(Garnett Ann Schultz)It wouldn't be Christmas without Benjamin coming to pick us out a tree...Thank you so much...we are very pleased and this little pine is loved all the more because you picked it out!