One of the sadder sights
You’ll see,
Is a long-forgotten
Christmas tree,
Stripped of baubles,
Tinsel and lights,
Needles brown,
No more delights,
To be found in this
Once loved tree,
That was the hub
For a family,
On Christmas morning,
All gathered round,
Presents spread,
Across the ground.
Cheer and love,
All being shared,
At a time
When folk still cared
About this Christmas tree.
Not now.
Now it’s old,
And dead,
And brown.
No more festive cheer,
Or love.
No more fairy,
Up above.
Now off to its lonely grave.
Despite all the love it gave.
[This poem was inspired by a suggestion from Kate Ward. I’ve just added a new page where you can make a request if there’s something you’d like me to write about.]
Pooky's Poems 
You are right about the sad nature of the used Christmas Tree Pooky, but it’s part of the cyclic nature of Christmas isn’t it. They go from grand to sad so quickly.
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so quickly….
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Mulch appreciated!
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Good one! X
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Oh yes, the dead and dry pine trees left after Christmas are a very sad sight. Many years ago we started using a little painted wooden one a friend made for us and later upgraded to a white Christmassy structure with tiny sparkly lights on the ends of all the bare branches (it’s actually a shop display fitting).
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That sounds pretty… I think we’re pretty wedded to a real tree though the no-drop kind you get these days doesn’t smell as good as the trees of my childhood!
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Perfect tribute at the end of the Christmas season, Pooky..I was sad to take ours down, too, and the room looks so plain without all the festive decorations and colors…xx
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I’m always somewhat glad to reclaim the room but the dead trees make me so sad.. Christmas feels so far away and it’s so magical!
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I agree. 🙂
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