STORY POEMS
NEEDLES IN THE STAND
Sometimes it’s the first one we pick up…sometimes
it’s the fourth or fifth…but when we find it…we
mutually agree…for we always know when we have
found our perfect Christmas tree. And though we
know it is a symbol of what this season is meant to
be…for us it is also a once a year representation of
what has become…our family tree. In the bottom of
our tree stand…over the years we have
amassed…needles from old Christmas trees that
will link this one with the past. As we string the
lights and hang the ornaments we dance this
beautiful ballet…and when our dance is over…we
see our family on display. The story of our life…a
wonderful life the two of us agree…told in all the
ornaments hanging on our tree. We love to re-read
the stories of the family we hold dear…as we add
yet another chapter to our Christmas tree each
year. And when this Christmas season is over and
the new year’s about to dawn…we’ll smile as we
pack away our ornaments…knowing our family
story will go on. We will toast this years tree as we
always do…with a celebratory quaff…knowing next
year’s tree will pick up…where this year’s tree left
off. And we’ll wonder what new stories we will add
to next year’s tree by hand… Perhaps that’s why we
always leave some needles in the bottom of our
stand.