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O, Christmas Tree!


O, Christmas Tree

By Aditi Bhattamishra

Golden lights wrapped
‘Round and ‘round.
Fragile memories
Hung by a thread.
Multi-colored spheres
With a sprinkle of glitter
Shine under the stars.
Striped canes of candy
Hooked on the branches.
And a beautiful star
Placed lovingly on top
Like a cherry on the cake.
O, Christmas Tree,
How we bedizen you.
All those mismatched burdens
You hold without complaint.
While you stand there
Waiting……….
Until there is nothing to wait for.


This is a poem I was wishing to publish about the Christmas tree (even though it is way pat Christmastime).



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