The Last Christmas Tree (Poem)

Christmas is just around the corner, literally, so I thought I'd share with you a Christmas poem I cooked up especially for this season.
I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas.

THE LAST CHRISTMAS TREE

The winter season is here,

Christmas time is near.

The bitter, harsh cold lets us know,

of the old traditions in which we owe;

“Peace on Earth, and good will to all men”

is the verse we sing to those who listen.

With a wave, a smile and a hearty hello,

we vigorously greet our fine fellows.

Handing out presents, and cards galore,

to all our loved ones who shouldn’t be ignored.

Round the table we partake in a feast,

of turkey, chicken or any other beast.

Parties, songs and games are to be had,

in the festive period that makes us feel glad.

But the one act that few in their heart entice,

is the selfless act known as sacrifice.

Walking down a snowy road,

a family set their sights on pine shaped gold.

As thoughts of decorating the tree to the brim,

with tinsel, lights and other assorted trims,

there beheld a view they couldn’t believe,

for what stood before them was the last Christmas tree.

Standing majestically, in the deep winter wonderland,

the family prepared to start what they planned.

The symbol of joy, and of Christmas cheer,

would be brought to a home once more this year.

But before the family could finalize their task,

their little girl had a question she needed to ask;

“Who’s that?”

Over the landscape, was an image that took shape.

It was the form of more kin, who appeared too late.

If you could look into that poor family’s eyes,

you would see a Christmas spirit’s demise.

What to do in a situation like this?

Potentially robbing another family’s Christmas bliss.

It wasn’t an easy decision,

it required much revision.

But in the first family’s heart,

they knew it was right to make that poor family’s night.

The Christmas spirit serves those well,

who openly allow their hearts to swell.

Giving up the tree was the family’s gift to another,

treating complete strangers as if they were brothers.

That is the Christmas spirit, that is the reason,

why this holiday is known as the ‘holy season’.

Blessed are those who are willing to give,

for its them who will truly live.

Merry Christmas to us all, and lets hope we never stray,

from the glorious path of the ‘Lords Day’.

Let our spirits soar to the skies so free,

as our idols of hope, our ‘Last Christmas Trees‘.