A Very Special Tree

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.

Carmen Henesy

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