‘Twas a chilled and dark December
One most colder than remembered
As my lips mouthed silent nevers
Whilst on my sojourn to…forever
It ‘twas then I saw it there
Standing alone, forlorn and bare
I did deem it ‘twas not fair
‘Twould be saved I did so swear
So, on a starry Christmas Eve
As rich exalt and poor so grieve
I proclaimed “do not bereave”
One arrived…but two would leave
I speak not of cat or tot
The wretched weak so oft’ forgot
‘Twas tiny tree…left to rot
Abandoned on a corner parking lot
Of unsold trees…the world’s unkind
Perchance a sleight of daily grind
Yet, my heart was glad, that I did find
The little tree they left behind
Upon arriving at my humble place
I fashioned garland from old shoelace
‘Twas nearly midnight and now a race
My “friend” would soon have smiling face
I hung a pen that shone like gold
A pair of ticket stubs I’d sold
Some baby’s socks that were most old
Eight strips of tin foil that I rolled
I had no lights to circle stems
But Lifesavers made sparkling gems
No tree in New York or mirrored on Thames
If God was watching…he said Amen
As my clattery clock struck midnight
The windows bathed us both in moonlight
My little orphan was quite a sight
Saved from a lonely, hapless plight
And so I sat ‘til stroke of three
Just the little tree and me
And when Christmas shall come again
I’ll search out another…needy friend
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