we always put our tree up at the end of thanksgiving weekend. i like christmas. i was thinking about this poem a few weeks ago as we finished getting a tree selected and distingushed for the season.
the poem says something about simplicity, about the importance of place, about humility, and about the birth of a savior. these are some of the important themes of the season. it is a poem by wendell berry and it is from A Timbered Choir...
Our Christmas tree is
not electrified, is not
covered with little lights
calling attention to themselves
(we have had enough
of little lights calling attention
to themselves). Our tree
is a cedar cut here, one
of the fragrances of our place,
hung with painted cones
and paper stars folded
long ago to praise our tree,
Christ come into our world.
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