A poem by Heather Pike, Tamworth Learning Circles, 12/13/08.
Emerald green needles, spread outwards by nut brown limbs, which get thinner, and thinner, yet thinner, and then come to a stop. Tied with silver ribbon, golden lights glimmer and glow, hung on the boughs. Gifts lie in wait underneath the tree to delight the children in the morning. O, the splendor of the Christmas Tree!