Oh, little, Charley Brown Christmas
tree standing on the mantel, skinny

arms flailing about, here, there
seemingly everywhere, who would

want you? Some, some with tender
love. Someone bought you and gave

you as a gift; someone received you
graciously and put you in a prominent

place and moved those skinny, wiry
arms about and hung tiny lights on

them and little strands of tinsel
and capped you off with a tiny,

shiny star. And finally turned up
the ends of your top arms just a

little, ever so little, like hands
raised in a gesture of praise to

the little Christmas crèche on the
mantel next to you. You are loved

little Charley Brown Christmas
tree; you are exactly what a

Christmas tree should be.