Our Christmas Tree

I know I have a lot of company
When it comes to Christmas past.
Did the thought ever enter your mind
That anything this good just can’t last?

Dad grabbed the hatchet announcing to all,
“Time has come to go look for a tree!”
So Mom’s busy schedule got hectic--
Artics, mittens and heavy socks for three.

We didn’t go far to be in the woods,
Pines and hemlocks were all around.
We never learned ‘til much later in life
Dad knew just where our tree could be found.

Older sister and I got to drag the tree
Once in awhile we’d get a helping hand.
“Little Bunkie”, the smallest would get to ride;
Mom smiling, waited with hand-on-hip stand.

I really pity the youth of today
When it comes to this time of glee.
They’ll never get to share as we old-timers did
The fun of going to the woods for the tree.