A Trip to the Christmas Tree Lot
by Vaughn Neeld

In winter coats and fleece-lined jeans,
knitted caps, scarves, and winter boots,
we ventured out among snow-starred gales
to seek the tree–to find that one–
among the spruce and pine,

and then we found a special prize–
a Douglas fir tall enough to grace our hall.

With the tree atop the family van,
the kids cozy in the back,
we traveled home singing holiday songs
amid the pine-tree scent that filled the air
with resin dreams of Christmas Eve.

Beneath the limbs of the tinseled tree
trimmed with gleaming orbs that reflected
spangled light from a yule log's glow,
we celebrated winter's blessings
on that December, with its frosty air
and festive atmosphere.



 

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