A Very Special Tree
The sun was setting in the sky,
And snow loomed in the air,
People jammed the malls,
Or gathered for a posh affair.
Tree lots had meager choices,
There was not much that remained,
And even those selections,
Suffered from recent days it rained.
A rector from a parish church,
In the poorest part of town,
Came across a straggly fir,
The smallest one around.
Its branches were quite flimsy,
It was even slightly bent,
But its straggly little branches,
Gave off a fragrant scent.
Soon it stood next to the altar,
In the rector's tiny church,
Trimmed in antique ornaments,
On a gilded metal perch.
Waterford crystal lights,
From the rector's Irish past,
Gave the little tree such beauty,
That was totally unsurpassed.
A dazzling Christmas angel,
In spun silver, flecked with gold,
This magical little tree,
Became a treasure to behold.
No longer bent but ramrod straight,
It stood for all to see,
Its branches raised unto the Lord,
In praise, divine and heavenly.
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