Lack of Funds, But Lots of Trees
Goodbye to gifts,
to sending Christmas cards.
Goodbye to baked oysters on Christmas eve,
to beef, Yorkshire pudding, fruit cake, and eggnog.
They hung the canvas she’d painted
of a fir in the forest with lights,
put out the small, shiny, holly tree;
the costume-jewelry tree on black
velvet in a silvery frame;
ceramic tree with lights.
Three days before Christmas Day a son
was lent an artificial tree,
brought it home, put it up in
the usual place. It looked lovely
with their ornaments.
Christmas Eve he
drove by a Christmas tree lot
saw the unsold trees being
given away, stopped,
chose a 7-foot fir,
lush, fragrant, well-shaped.
No ornaments were left,
so it stood bare.
A hush settled as
the six trees,
small, large, made, given, and lent,
seemed to bow together into
a circle of greenery,
radiating Christmas peace....