Last time you dropped in, it was Christmas Eve.
I had everything ready—fruit, turkey, champaigne.
But I didn't set up a Christmas tree.
The plastic one we had was too big and heavy;
I felt kind of lazy, I admit.
There was noone around to help.
This year I knew what was more important.
I didn't cook, didn't even clean the house.
Just went to the market and chose
the nicest, fuzziest fur tree.
Decorated it with our favourite ornaments—
globes, snowmen, pinecones (childhood, all glass!)
Tinsel, of course!
Look how tender and festive shines the tree
against the snow on your grave.
Thе Christmаs Treе
© Copyright: Хэлен Маклин, 2025
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