From A Christmas Tree Poem by Angela Wybrow

From A Christmas Tree

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In December, I was considered to be the flavour of the month,
But now, come January, I find myself well and truly dumped.
In December, I was considered to be the salt of the earth,
But, come January, and I feel I have lost all of my self worth.

Back in December, we trees were the stars of the show:
All dressed up with tinsel and baubles and velvet bows.
At my decorated branches, the people really loved to look:
They even put pictures of me all over the pages of Facebook.

In December, we Christmas trees were the centre of attention,
But now, come January, we find that we barely get a mention.
In December, I appeared to be the best thing since sliced bread,
But now my health is ailing, and very soon I will be dead.

On many a greetings card, my form has been depicted,
But that was back in December, before I got evicted.
No longer am I the cream of the crop or the bee's knees,
So here I am at the local dump with other unwanted trees.

On Christmas Eve, coloured gifts were placed beneath my boughs;
On Christmas Day, I witnessed smiling faces and excited ‘WOW's.
I thought that my family and I shared a very special bond:
Of me, I thought that my family were really rather fond.

Us Christmas trees will probably be getting ourselves shredded,
But in my family's minds, my image will always be embedded:
They'll look back at photos of us all dressed up to the nines -
The kids drinking Coca-Cola, and the adults sipping wine.

Now, in January, I am well and truly past my sell by date;
Now I find myself heading towards a rather uncertain fate.
Yes, in December I was considered to be the icing on the cake,
But chances are that tomorrow, I and the others will not wake.

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Salisbury, Wilts, UK
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