As a child, my grandfather gave me this poem in a slim volume; the words inside are shaped like an evergreen tree.  I set it to pictures from our Christmas trees last year, the one in the kitchen for which I made dough ornaments by hand and our big tree in the living room.

by ee cummings

little tree

little silent Christmas tree

you are so little

you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest

and were you very sorry to come away?

see            i will comfort you

because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark

and hug you safe and tight

just as your mother would,

only don’t be afraid

look           the spangles

that sleep all the year in a dark box

dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,

the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms

and i’ll give them all to you to hold

every finger shall have its ring

and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed

you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see

and how they’ll stare!

oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands

and looking up at our beautiful tree

we’ll dance and sing

“Noel Noel”

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

May God bless you and keep you, this Christmas and always,

Christina

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