Prose - I Wanted to Be A Christmas Tree
What are you looking at?
I know I don’t look very merry
I’m a modern day Grinch
But let me tell you my story
When they came for me
The animals all cried
The day I was cut down
All my hopes died
Now with varnish and a knob
And no life or soul
I exist in corporate America
My dream is what they stole
I knew of my fate long ago
But I wanted to be more
I wanted to bring joy
With presents on the floor
I wanted a star
Tinsel and lights
I wanted Santa to see
How I brightened their nights
I wanted to be different
So much more than a door
To be a Christmas tree
Is what I prayed for
So the next time you knock
Think of what I wanted to be
Don’t just push me around
Instead close your eyes and see
How imagination can come to life
In a forgotten forest in your mind
And know that I too wish for more
It is my true spirit I hope you will find
Happy Holidays,
The Door