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.