Our Christmas Tree Before Ornaments
Photo by Amy LV
Our Christmas Tree With Ornaments
Photo by Amy LV
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Students - I am a Christmas tree hugger! Last week, visiting our children's school, I saw a big beautiful Christmas tree in the lobby. I wanted to hug it so much. But I didn't. I wish I did! Next week...next week... Now we have our own tree to hug. When I was a little girl, I always would hug and kiss the tree. Yes, the needles were prickly, but maybe this prepared me for kissing my bearded husband.
Today's poem is a mask poem, told in the voice of a Christmas tree. We've always had real Christmas trees, and so I have always believed that they can think and feel. I wonder if they think they look great all dressed up and if they enjoy being surrounded by a human family for a few weeks. If I were a tree, I would. If I were a Christmas tree, maybe this is the poem I would write.
Being a writer allows a person to be many different things. It is a joyous existence to be a pretender!
And just look at this beautiful photo of Linda Baie's granddaughter Ingrid. Linda wrote to me, "We've been decorating & I read your poem to her-she 'got it' immediately, & hugged away!" (Photo, as always, used with permission.)
Ingrid, Tree Hugging
Photo by Linda Baie
(used with permission)
Tabatha is hosting Poetry Friday at The Opposite of Indifference today with Christina Rosetti's "In the Bleak Midwinter," a song with one of my favorite lines: Snow had fallen, snow on snow... Visit her rich blog to find out what's happening all 'round the Kidlitosphere today and all week long!
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