I hope everyone is ready for Christmas. My chosen poem today is a favourite of mine by Cicely Mary Barker.
Sadly our tree won’t have a Christmas Tree fairy living in it because our tree is artificial, this is mainly because my husband and myself are both allergic to real Christmas trees.
The Christmas Tree Fairy The little Christmas Tree was born And dwelt in open air; It did not guess how bright a dress Some day its boughs would wear; Brown cones were all, it thought, a tall And grown-up Fir would bear. O little Fir! Your forest home Is far and far away; And here indoors these boughs of yours With coloured balls are gay, With candle-light, and tinsel bright, For this is Christmas Day! A dolly-fairy stands on top, Till children sleep; then she (A live one now!) from bough to bough Goes gliding silently. O magic sight, this joyous night! O laden, sparkling tree! Cicely Mary Barker
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