I stood staring at that giant tree,
Stretching for miles above me,
My eyes wandered high,
Not a decoration passed me by,
But my eyes were drawn to the star on top,
Against the sky where my focus stopped,
I stared at the star and thought of the wise men,
And of their journey to the manger again,
The meaning of Christmas in one little symbol,
The Christmas Tree: so grand yet so simple.