Dear Christmas Tree

Background: The story behind this spontaneous humorous reality for our family this year is quite simple. A few years ago, a neighbor gave us his old tree to use after Christmas. We now believe they didn’t want to figure out how to put the tree away. He admitted it was old. I believe the box said it was purchased in 1982…maybe 1987 (hard to tell really). This is the first year we have been able to use it at our new place. Last year we couldn’t even find the box after moving-in one week until Christmas. So, we knew this year would probably be our last, yet first Christmas with our beloved, old free tree. And here we go…


Dear Christmas Tree

Dear Christmas tree,

You old yet pretty thing,

I know what you are thinking.

 

Dear Christmas tree,

That we got for free,

I’m sorry your time is ending.

 

You came to us, so big and full,

Our youngest climbs and wants to pull,

Your limbs now sag down to the floor,

Few branches can hold ornaments anymore.

 

The star sits tilted, we pray it stays tight,

Hoping you don’t catch fire from the crackling Christmas lights,

I heard you groan as my kids ran inside,

They made ornaments and that glue never dries.

 

Dear Christmas tree,

You old yet pretty thing,

I know what you are thinking.

 

Dear Christmas tree,

That we got for free,

I’m sorry your time is ending.

 

I swept up a few needles you dropped today,

For a plastic tree, that’s “not good” they say,

Please, dear free tree, you can seize victory,

Hang-on a little longer to our memories.

 

Yoû hold treasures so meaningful and true,

They fill you up and they fill us up too,

You may be old, free and used,

But to our family, you are brand new.

 

Dear Christmas tree,

You old yet pretty thing,

I know what you are thinking.

 

Dear Christmas tree,

That we got for free,

I’m sorry your time is ending.

 

For you light-up our darkness and our smiles,

You make our kids simply cuddle for a while,

And on the coming Christmas morn,

You will grow our memories even more.

 

So, dig deep into your plastic roots dear tree,

Hold those ornaments with honor for our family,

You may not think you are perfect, but remember this,

We call your ours and just right for our Christmas.

 

[tweetthis]Dear Christmas tree, You old yet pretty thing, I know what you are thinking. [/tweetthis]

[tweetthis]Dear Christmas tree, That we got for free, I’m sorry your time is ending.[/tweetthis]

 

 

Bethany is an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor to women and an author. Bethany defines herself as a child of God who loves to use her passion for change to inspire others. She has overcome disabilities, wading through the trials and rewards of marriage and motherhood. She enjoys being a wife to Steve for 10 years and mother to three boys (ages 7, 5 and 2). She is a double brain cancer survivor, a 9 year veteran in the field of youth and children's ministry and has published poetry, featured blog posts for numerous ministry websites and children's ministry curriculum contributions. Bethany is currently working on her first book to be released this Fall as well as various freelancing projects. Bethany always welcomes new coaching clients and speaking opportunities!

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30 thoughts on “Dear Christmas Tree

  1. Bethany, what a beautiful poem and tribute to your Christmas tree. I can tell that this tree holds many memories for your family. My grandpa bought my sister and I each our own trees when we started college and when we were out on our own. It was like a 4 inch tree not very tall or big at all. I finally had to buy my own tree a few years ago. I like my new tree but my old one will always hold special memories! (I still have it packed away in a box.)

  2. You crack me up, Bethany! There’s nothing like an ode to an inanimate object ;). I’m glad your tree has served you well. I think this year I’ll grab a few tumbleweeds from the desert and stack them to form our tree. Both real trees and fake trees are out of my price range!

    • Oh what a great idea with the tumbleweeds! I’d help you decorate it! We lived in the Sierra Vista area for a while and has an aloe plant one year for Christmas. Loved it!

  3. Bethany, this made me smile. My parents had a fake one all those years we were growing up and finally surrendered it. It had to get a pine needle weave every year with extra garland to fill in all its bald spots. Thanks for the chuckles!

  4. HA! I love this, Bethany. So fun. I love the imperfect parts of our celebrating which bring us both humor and joy. Hopping over from FMF and happy to meet you and your Christmas tree. 😉

    • Hi Cynthia! I’ve been writing about deeper subjects and needed a brain-break! Looking up at our tree, I realized what I needed to do! Thanks for your smiles friend!

  5. Oh how this made me laugh. I know it’s hard to let go of things that hold so many memories – particularly Christmas things. (I might have some ornaments that match your tree.)

  6. What a fun post! We got our Christmas tree from a friend who was moving or downsizing and every year I think, I need to buy a new one after Christmas… you can see through it in places and it’s not very tall and… well – the thing is… it’s prelit and it ‘falls’ into place in less than 5 minutes flat… so, there is that!

    • Ha! This made me laugh! Glad you can relate! I have so many friends that have had issues with their newly purchased tree…makes me want to get every second out of our old friend!

  7. This wins “most creative post” for the day for me! I wrote a poem about my children’s crib when we passed it on to another family. I LOVE that you wrote the Ode to a Christmas Tree. What a great memory!

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