This year we have a wee one on the move, and so we opted to have a table-top tree.
There are no glass or metal ornaments allowed, due to choking and bonking hazards, so we ended up with all handmade ornaments from the past 6 years of swapping.
As the Elder and I were putting up this little tree I had this poem running through my head.
The Singers are singing a setting of this for our Christmas concerts, and it's by far my favorite sing.
by: e.e. cummings (1894-1962)
- ITTLE tree
- little silent Christmas tree
- you are so little
- you are more like a flower
- who found you in the green forest
- and were you very sorry to come away?
- see i will comfort you
- because you smell so sweetly
- i will kiss your cool bark
- and hug you safe and tight
- just as your mother would,
- only don't be afraid
- look the spangles
- that sleep all the year in a dark box
- dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
- the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
- put up your little arms
- and i'll give them all to you to hold
- every finger shall have its ring
- and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy
- then when you're quite dressed
- you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
- and how they'll stare!
- oh but you'll be very proud
- and my little sister and i will take hands
- and looking up at our beautiful tree
- we'll dance and sing
- "Noel Noel"
|"little tree" was originally published in The Dial Vol. LXVIII, No. 1 (Jan. 1920). New York: The Dial Publishing Company, Inc|