Wrapped up in twine
Their branches tight
Displayed for all the people
Stuffed into cars
Or SUV's
They take the ride back 'home'
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Cut free and planted
Trimmed and shaped
In stands of steel and plastic
The tree stands proudly
Lit and draped
With ornaments and tinsel
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The light atop it
Beckons all
Like a star up in the sky
So bright with promise
Felt by us
Who spend much time in darkness
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We gather near it
Drawing strength
The promise of it's presents
But day's soon gone
The tree is stripped
Dead, lying by the curb
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This doesn't bother
Those of us
Who understand the tree
Without it's dead
And lifeless frame
There'd be no Calvary
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