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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Christmas Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dark and damp of the alley cold,<br>Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold;<br>By a shopman dourly thrown outside;<br>With the ruck and rubble of Christmas-tide;<br>Trodden deep in the muck and mire,<br>Unworthy even to feed a fire...<br>So I stopped and salvaged that tarnished tree,<br>And thus is the story it told to me:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;My Mother was Queen of the forest glade,<br>And proudly I prospered in her shade;<br>For she said to me: 'When I am dead,<br>You will be monarch in my stead,<br>And reign, as I, for a hundred years,<br>A tower of triumph amid your peers,<br>When I crash in storm I will yield you space;<br>Son, you will worthily take my place.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;So I grew in grace like a happy child,<br>In the heart of the forest free and wild;<br>And the moss and the ferns were all about,<br>And the craintive mice crept in and out;<br>And a wood-dove swung on my highest twig,<br>And a chipmunk chattered: 'So big! So big!'<br>And a shy fawn nibbled a tender shoot,<br>And a rabbit nibbled under my root...<br>Oh, I was happy in rain and shine<br>As I thought of the destiny that was mine!<br>Then a man with an axe came cruising by<br>And I knew that my fate was to fall and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;With a hundred others he packed me tight,<br>And we drove to a magic city of light,<br>To an avenue lined with Christmas trees,<br>And I thought: may be I'll be one of these,<br>Tinselled with silver and tricked with gold,<br>A lovely sight for a child to behold;<br>A-glitter with lights of every hue,<br>Ruby and emerald, orange and blue,<br>And kiddies dancing, with shrieks of glee - <br>One might fare worse than a Christmas tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;So they stood me up with a hundred more<br>In the blaze of a big department store;<br>But I thought of the forest dark and still,<br>And the dew and the snow and the heat and the chill,<br>And the soft chinook and the summer breeze,<br>And the dappled deer and the birds and the bees...<br>I was so homesick I wanted to cry,<br>But patient I waited for someone to buy.<br>And some said 'Too big,' and some 'Too small,'<br>And some passed on saying nothing at all.<br>Then a little boy cried: Ma, buy that one,'<br>But she shook her head: 'Too dear, my son.&quot;<br>So the evening came, when they closed the store,<br>And I was left on the littered floor,<br>A tree unwanted, despised, unsold,<br>Thrown out at last in the alley cold.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I said: &quot;Don't sorrow; at least you'll be<br>A bright and beautiful New Year's tree,<br>All shimmer and glimmer and glow and gleam,<br>A radiant sight like a fairy dream.<br>For there is a little child I know,<br>Who lives in poverty, want and woe;<br>Who lies abed from morn to night,<br>And never has known an hour's delight...&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I stood the tree at the foot of her bed:<br>&quot;Santa's a little late,&quot; I said.<br>&quot;Poor old chap! Snowbound on the way,<br>But he's here at last, so let's be gay.&quot;<br>Then she woke from sleep and she saw you there,<br>And her eyes were love and her lips were prayer.<br>And her thin little arms were stretched to you<br>With a yearning joy that they never knew.<br>She woke from the darkest dark to see<br>Like a heavenly vision, that Christmas Tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her mother despaired and feared the end,<br>But from that day she began to mend,<br>To play, to sing, to laugh with glee...<br>Bless you, O little Christmas Tree!<br>You died, but your life was not in vain:<br>You helped a child to forget her pain,<br>And let hope live in our hearts again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold;
By a shopman dourly thrown outside;
With the ruck and rubble of Christmas-tide;
Trodden deep in the muck and mire,
Unworthy even to feed a fire...
So I stopped a..."></div>
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