A Christmas Poem

Let’s have a real Christmas tree this year,

One that is messy and leaves

Sticky sap everywhere.

 

Visions of our cat Anna climbing up into said tree

Dropping glass ornaments,

Not one, not two, maybe three?

 

Delivering us mischievous yuletide stares

Spreading oodles of pine needles

Across every square.

 

Across every square

Of wood, travertine and tile

Resting our souls

For a short Christmas-while.

Handcrafted poetry by John Hines, 12/21/2015

I started writing this poem on 11/14/2015 after reading about a Christmas tree in a Kurt Vonnegut story.  Our Christmas tree is still not up.  However, our cat Anna is lying in the ready.

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