A scrawny, little Christmas tree stood all alone in a field.
For every shopper that passed by, their attention it could not wield.
“I may not be the fullest tree, or the tallest in the lot,
But I have something more to give, something the others do not.
For I have a special gift to bring, to those who see me true.
I am more than I may seem, a giver through and through.
If you look past my bare limbs, and give me a sporting chance,
I’ll show you what Christmas is really about, if only you’ll take a glance.
Christmas is a time for family and friends, not gifts and material things,
Christmas is about treating those you care about as though they were a king.
But we become so absorbed in getting gifts and spending more than what we should,
That we forget what is important, even more than we normally would.
So if you pick me to be your tree, and take me from this cold, hard ground,
I’ll help you keep the Christmas spirit glowing all year ’round.”
The little Christmas tree waited and waited, growing ever colder in the snow,
Until a small girl and her father approached, with cold, red noses aglow.
“Can we get that tree Daddy?” the girl asked after a while.
“If that’s the one you want, then yes,” he answered with a smile.
“I know this tree is special,” the girl quietly said,
“I can feel it in my heart , in my heart and in my head.”
So they took the tree home and made it a beautiful sight,
And the little girl’s feeling turned out to be right.
The tree kept its promise, and never let the Christmas spirit fade away,
Just like its branches, which have grown full and stayed green to this very day.