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Post by mysticbluebell on Dec 4, 2016 21:37:47 GMT
How will it be, if you will have one, your
Christmas Tree
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Post by mysticbluebell on Dec 10, 2016 18:43:58 GMT
Christmastree
In Summer all the pretty shaped Pines and Fir
They all are standing proud whether tall or short,
For birds a frequented shelter and home were
Happy life takes place, beneath trees wild pigs snort.
Autumn when cobwebs are decorated by fog
From neighbour trees the leaves are tumbling down,
Some Firs fear the chainsaw may come for log
The Pines dream to be chosen for a special gown.
Winter brings darkness and frost, also the hope
For Pine and Fir to be perfect for a cut,
Dreams of an angel sitting on its top,
Draped with candles, silver and golden-foiled nut.
For few days only the life of this tree is magic
It feels the joy it brings and hears the children sing.
We know, in the end this little life is tragic,
It will fade out after one day being King.
[With all the joy about Christmastree, I can’t deny feeling sorry for all the many cuts]
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Post by Alan on Dec 25, 2016 12:25:21 GMT
Happy Christmas and a Happy New year from Alan and Mystic xxxx
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