THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE Vs. The Blue Spruce
A BOY FINDS THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE
The truck was unloaded and all the trees were standing tall.
One Blue Spruce, taller than all the rest, was a know it all.
“I’m the most handsome tree here and I will be the first tree
Bought by a family looking for a tree nice to see”.
The other trees wished the taller tree’s bragging talk would stop.
He was surely the most handsome one for anyone to shop.
Next to him was a very fine soft needle Cedar tree.
With dark green foliage and perfect form for all to see.
On his other side, a younger Blue Spruce, handsome, not rare.
The Big Blue Spruce looked at his neighbors with a haughty air.
“Some of you look okay, but I will bring the biggest fee.
Then he noticed a twisted scraggly runty Cedar tree
“How did you get here, you ugly little freak,” sneered big tree.
“No one will buy a twisted deformed tree like you, you’ll see.”
The little tree just hung its limbs and made no sound at all.
He knew the Blue Spruce was right; he was ugly and not tall.
The pretty Cedar gently caressed the sad little tree.
Motherly, she told him, don’t worry, some child will want thee.”
Fred Blackman and Little Frankie sat by the fire at home.
Frankie, deformed since birth, bent, he could barely walk alone.
Frankie’s mother had died that year, they very sad and broke.
They didn’t know what they would do without her when they awoke.
Frankie hoped to decorate a tree like he and his Mom.
With ornaments, lights and things they made that were fun, not dumb.
“Frankie, I don’t have money for any tree, live or dead”.
“I know dad, could we go see them before I go to bed.”
“Okay, Frankie, we will go to the tree lot and just look.”
A light snow and brisk wind made it seem like a scene from a book.
They drove to the Christmas tree lot in Fred’s old pick-up truck
The owner said “welcome, you are my first buyers to look.”
“We can’t afford to buy a tree; my son just wants to look”.
The owner took another look at Frankie’s twisted trunk.
He watched them walk slowly through the trees touching each tree.
This boy should not go home without a real tree for free.
The owner smiled and said “I have a tree that I cannot sell.
Take it home with you, if you want, my gift, it fits you swell.
Frankie looked at the frail little tree, the same height as he.
He smiled, “it’s perfect I can trim this tree, it’s just like me”
“Thank you, Sir”, Frankie picked up the tree, anxious to get home.
The Big Blue Spruce flexed its fine limbs, and let out a loud moan.
The soft Cedar smiled, gently swaying, as though very pleased.
The uppity Blue Spruce could now be the one they all teased.
Robert Hewett Sr.
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