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.