The Perfect Christmas Tree
The truck was unloaded and all the trees were standing tall.
One Blue Spruce, taller than all the rest, was a know it all.
“I’m the most handsome tree; I will be the first tree to go.”
The Spruce noticed a twisted scraggly small Cedar lying near.
“How in the world did you get here, you ugly little freak,
“No one will buy a runty twisted deformed tree like you,”
Frankie, deformed since birth, bent, he could barely walk alone.
Frankie’s mom had died that year, they were very sad and broke.
Frankie hoped to decorate a tree like he and his Mom.
With ribbons, pine cones, and things they made that were fun for all.
“Frankie, I don’t have money for any tree, live or dead”.
“I know dad, could we go see them before I go to bed.”
A light snow and brisk wind made it like a scene from a book.
The owner of the tree lot said “Welcome, my first buyers.”
“Your trees are beautiful, my son just wants to look at them.”
The owner saw Frankie’s wistful face, bent and twisted body.
He watched father and son walk slowly touching each live tree.
The owner smiled and said “I have a tree that fits you well”.
The Big Blue Spruce flexed its fine limbs, and let out a loud moan.
Frankie smiled, “it’s perfect I can trim it, it’s just like me”
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"