FROM A TREE TOP by Kathy Carter I’ve been in a box for almost a year. Then suddenly, daylight, a movement a stir. Unwrapped from tissue, dusted and kissed, My wings are unfurled, my satin untwist. And carried like gold to the top of a tree, The height of it, secretly scary to me. I wobble and sway, I tip, almost fall But gentle hands catch me and stand me up tall. From high up above I can see down below The ornaments twinkle, the fairy lights glow. And children, wide eyed as they clap and they dance, Excitement is building, for tonight, just perchance Across the night sky, speeding straight, rounding bends A sleigh full of gifts pulled by strong antlered friends. A ruddy faced man with a long flowing beard Is riding so high over rooftops well cleared. I watch as the children lay sacks to be filled. They laugh and they giggle, excited and thrilled Leaving carrots for Rudolph with his nose oh so red They rush up the stairs so eager for bed. And so as snow falls and night gathers round In the peace of the house there is barely a sound. The cat from his chair gazes up at the tree His eyes sharply glint as he stares up at me. He thinks about climbing the branches so steep Then he stretches and yawns and falls back to sleep. Then midnight is struck by the clock in the hall And if I’m not mistaken I hear a foot fall On the roof top above, then a slip and a slide, A crash in the grate. Yes! Santa’s arrived. He dusts off the soot, stamps his large frozen feet And cheek of it all! Rudolph’s carrots did eat! With a quiet Ho! Ho! He bends to his sack And searches for presents labelled Lucy and Jack And into their sacks he packs boxes in tight Then off up the chimney disappears in the night. I watch as he twitches the long leather reins. The sleigh then speeds off o’er the fields and long lanes. And the crash and the jangle of reindeer bells Disappear in the night o’er the forests and dells. And the cat from his chair, he opens one eye And lazily watches the frosty night sky. He stretches and scratches and curls in a ball Whilst silently, gently snowflakes tumble and fall. The house is so still, just the tick of the clock The light from the moon gives a glint to my frock. And the bells of the church fall silent and still As icicles form on the cold window sill. So now I must wait through the hours of peace Till the house stirs again and voices increase. Meanwhile, I will sleep on my treetop so high And wait for the children to burst in and cry ‘He’s been! Yes, he’s been! Our presents are here! Oh Merry Christmas!’ they shout ‘and a Happy New Year!’
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 22:14:16 +0000
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