Thursday, November 19, 2015

The Littlest Christmas Tree--By Robert L. Hinshaw--United States

The Littlest Christmas Tree

It stood alone Christmas Morn on the bleak and windswept mountainside!
Towering spruce that once surrounded it, graced many a cozy fireplace side.
Rejected again, the Littlest Christmas Tree was left so lonely and forlorn.
Dejected, it would spend Christmas with naught its branches to adorn.

Happy children had danced around taller and more majestic trees,
Shouting, "Daddy! Daddy! This is the one! Let's get it pretty please!"
Cheerful families gave it a passing glance as they sought the perfect tree.
The little tree with outstretched limbs cried, "Won't you please choose me?"

Mister Eagle soaring high above saw the little trees' hapless plight!
He mused, "This will not do!  I will get my friends to set things aright!"
He rallied all his forest and feathered friends to help decorate the tree!
From far and near they gathered on Christmas Morn in answer to his plea!

Crimson cardinals arrived to adorn each branch of the little spruce so blue!
Bluebirds by the gross settled upon its limbs adding to its colorful hue!
Topping the tree was the Symbol of Peace, a beautiful mourning dove!
Mister Eagle exclaimed, "Y'all done good!" as he eyed the scene from above!

Adding to its beauty were branches garlanded with newly-fallen snow!
All the forest creatures were gathered about the tree, their love to show!
'Twas reminiscent of animals gathered in The Manger so very long ago!
The Littlest Christmas Tree cried tears of joy for all who had made it glow!

Robert L. Hinshaw served 30 years in the Air Force retiring in 1978 in the grade of Chief Master Sergeant. He began writing poetry in 2002 at age 72 and has composed over 1100 poems.


  1. Robert I could just picture the Littlest Christmas Tree when it was all finished. I loved the poem and it helped get me in the mood for Christmas that's just around the corner. Thank you for sharing your talent once again.

  2. Like reading some kind of fairy tale! Your poem has such quality of imagery, I was dreaming happy magical forests and the omniscient eagle on a perch...loved the little story I was able to build up in my head aside =)

  3. Robert,
    Great poem! I cannot imagine having to start writing poems so late in life. I guess it's like hey say, with age comes wisdom.
    Your friend,
    David Fox

  4. This is both lovely and entertaining, Robert. Rather sentimental, too! The perfect poem for young and adults for this coming Christmas. Well done. All the best. // paul

  5. This is a sweet story. The natural beauty of the forest beautifully told SuZ