My little fake tree –
it’s the only one for me!
No sticky needles, bugs, or ticks,
and still I get my Christmas kicks!
Only three feet tall –
from the basement I can haul!
Upon it are three strings of light
To make its cozy corner bright.
Yes, it’s oh so small
the cat will not upon it crawl.
She remembers last year when she tried,
down she fell with wounded pride!
Oh Christmas tree!
Simplicity,
How greatly do I love thee!
~Blaise~
Into And Out Of The Blue 
It is not a big tree that counts, but rather a big heart filled with love.
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So, so true.
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Nice poem, and I can definitely identify. We’ve gone from real tree to large artificial tree to small artificial tree to smaller artificial tree to just getting our 3-foot Father Christmas out (he has a string of clear lights) and calling that our Christmas décor. It works for us.
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For us it was when the grandkids move far away that it became more difficult to put up the tree. Thanks for you comment, Judith.
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