I burned the Christmas tree tonight…
warm summer breeze blew in to join
in the ol lang syne and somber tune
which added its fuel as we danced and sang
one last time.
The yule tree, now more of a yule log
hisses at us now, popping and wheezing
replacing the hohoho’s and the cheer,
blazing now here on the second of June.
This dried up timber with its wafting
scent, merriment and good tidings
cracklin’ gladly, roaring in this silent night.
I burned the Christmas tree tonight
and the boughs were a light once
more, brighter than before
in this final leg of festooning
and holiday mirth…and a lowly ornament,
long forgotten, smolders now glowing
amber, brilliantly mixing the fragrance of
the holly and the ivy with the
smells of barbecues and camping days…
and the freshly mowed green lawn.
The ornament aglow now…although more inflames,
almost reflecting the gifts now discarded
beneath its canopy, and the wrappings
now too far gone having shuffled off their
mortal coils, after advents and deepening snows
of mid february’s gustings.
So too the tree has never been
so alight tonight.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How lovely are your burning branches
The fire bright with summer light
the soothing glow of ember’s might
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree
how lovely to behold you
…one last time.