Day 178: O Christmas Tree

Ok, it's Christmas poems from here on in everyone!  

To start with, EE Cumming's take on the Christmas tree.  Time to take the 'spangles' out, that 'sleep all the year in a dark box dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine '- who doesn't dream of this?? (This poem is not just about a Christmas tree you know!)

I especially love the line: 'and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy.'  Yes.

little tree - 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"