The Last Christmas Tree...

The Last Christmas Tree

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I saw a truck of Christmas trees
And each one had a tale,

The driver stood them in a row
And put them up for sale.

He strung some twinkly lights

And hung a sign up with a nail;

"FRESH CHRISTMAS TREES"

It said in red
"FRESH CHRISTMAS TREES FOR SALE."

He poured himself hot cocoa

In a steaming thermos cup,

And snowflakes started falling

As a family car pulled up.

A mom, a dad, and one small boy

Who looked no more than three

Jumped out and started searching

For the perfect Christmas tree.

The boy marched up and down the rows,

His nose high in the air;

"It smells like Christmas, mom!

It smells like Christmas everywhere!"

Let's get the biggest tree we can!

A tree that's ten miles high!

A tree to go right through our roof!

A tree to touch the sky!"

"A tree SO big

That Santa Claus

Will stop and stare and say,

Now, THAT'S the finest Christmas tree

I've seen this Christmas Day!"

It seemed they looked at every tree

At least three million times;

Dad shook them, pinched them, turned them 'round

To find the perfect pine.

"I've found it, mom!

The Christmas tree I like the best of all!

It's got a little bare spot,

But we'll turn that to the wall!"

"We'll put great-grandma's angel

On top the highest bough!

Oh, can we buy it

Please, mom, PLEASE?!

Oh, can we buy it NOW?"

"How 'bout some nice hot cocoa?"

Asked the man who owned the lot.

He twisted off the thermos top,

"Now, THIS will hit the spot!"

He poured the steaming chocolate

In three tiny paper cups.

They toasted,

"Here's to Christmas!"

And they drank the cocoa up.

"Is this your choice?"

The tree man asked,

"This pine's the best one here!"

The boy seemed sad -

"My daddy says

The price is just too dear."

"Then, Merry Christmas!"

Said the man, who wrapped the tree in twine,

"It's yours for just one promise

You must keep at Christmas time!"

"On Christmas Eve at bedtime

As you fold your hands to pray,

Promise in your heart

To keep the joy of Christmas Day!"

"Now hurry home!

This freezy wind

Is turning your cheeks pink!

And ask your dad

To trim that trunk and give that tree a drink!"

And it so it went on

All that blustery eve

As the tree man gave

Tree upon tree upon tree

To every last person

Who came to the lot -

Who toasted with cocoa

In small paper cups.

Who promised the promise

Of joy in their hearts -

And singing out carols,

Drove off in the dark.

And when it was over

One tree stood alone;

But no one was left there

To give it a home.

The tree man put on his

Red parka and hood

And dragged the last Christmas tree

Out to the wood.

He left the pine right by a stream

In the cold,

So the wood's homeless creatures

Could make it their home.

He smiled as he brushed off

Some snow from his beard,

When out of the thicket

A reindeer appeared.

He scratched that huge reindeer

On top his huge head -

"It looks like we've

"Started up Christmas again!"

"There are miles more to travel,

And much more to do!

Let's go home, my friend,

And get started anew!"

He looked to the sky

And heard jingle bells sound -

And then,

In a twinkling,

That tree man was gone!