A pine tree, standing tall and bare,
In the middle of a forest, surrounded by others there,
What makes one different? What makes one unique?
What makes one the so called “peak”?
Games of hide and run are very common for this girl.
The forest has many places for her to jump, dance, and twirl.
Picking many, but not necessarily the best,
She grew weary of her many tests.
It had to be strong, and it had to stand tall.
It had to have good roots, but still be able to fall.
And while she was still flighty, she managed to keep her anchors strong.
No tree had been able to hold her attention for long.
And the ones that did often picked other matches,
Even though the girl was true, and could bat her eye lashes,
She didn’t want to work for it, she just wanted to find the best fit.
One that would work for her room. One that she could decorate bit by bit.
One that could hold the weight of the ornaments. The good, the ugly, the bad.
One that would have a good story to tell. A “happily ever after”, not sad.
One that wouldn’t burn in the fire, one that could put up with her past.
One that would prove to her something could actually last.
A tree, a tree, shouldn’t be so hard to find.
One that wouldn’t ***** her. One that would be kind.
Not around for a month or so, and then out to decompose,
For if they did she’d sit in her room and create her telltale prose.
Letter by letter, word by word,
This girl wanted a good story to be heard.
But she didn’t want fiction and minor adjustments,
Or one that would end like the rest- in combustion.
She wanted the heat without the danger of a blaze,
Or one that would leave her smoked out for days.
So a “Christmas Tree” is for what she was searching,
Day by day, and to night with owls perching.
She was tired of living a long, fruitless metaphor,
And couldn’t figure out where she could find something more.
Right under her nose, was the answer to that.
She knew that’s what they always said, but it was like a trick from a hat.
One day he was just “Oh, him?” and the next it jumped to wistful sighs.
Every twenty four hours it was always day. There was always a sun in her sky.
He took root in her thoughts. He branched out in her life.
Her figurative language took actual flight.
Her smiles were more frequent, even though first she went through tears.
He taught her something good deserves a fight. Getting past your fears.
So fought she did. She held her ground. All she needed was a sword.
Luckily it didn’t come to that. He realized she was worth fighting for.
So now finally she can have her own Christmas Ever After.
And who would ever guess that he would capture her.
For she is now tied to him. Body, mind, and soul.
Rolling her eyes at her stupid love poems, and yet they never seem to grow old.
If she wasn’t hearing the pound of her heart, she’d be disgusted in herself,
But something about this just feels right. Not like something to leave on a shelf.
It’s there, it’s here, she won’t let it go. She’s worked to hard to say goodbye.
And he is finally her living proof that with a little work, you can fly.