Norwegian Farmer’s Son…December 12th

December 12th…“WAS THERE A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS TREE THAT IMPRESSED YOU AS A TINY TIKE?”

POEM – “My Oh Me, A Metal Christmas Tree!”  by N. Elliott Noorlun

My very first Christmas,

Was a bit of a bore, Having “popped out” in ’54.

I could maybe crawl, Like a swaddled log,

While others celebrated, “High on the hog”!!!

But then came Christmas ’55,

I’m awake and aware, And ready to jive.

I posed in my Cousin Marc’s new swing,

I really enjoyed this Christmas “thing”!!

Big sister and brother, Smiled on each other,

As each present was sweetly revealed.

Just then I saw, Uncle Del’s “magic tree”,

And inside, I just could’ve squealed!!

My, oh me, A metal Christmas tree,

Aluminum glory to behold!

And plugged in, beneath, Was a four-colored wheel,

That a light shown through, So bold.

Round the wheel turned, As bright light burned,

From red, to green, to blue.

And as gold came around, I uttered no sound,

Just lost in each grand Christmas hue.

Over the years, The Christmas tree cheers,

Came in styles, big and small, For the times.

But family together, In wintry weather,

Made Christmas the best of all climes.