Holiday Tree 

Each “holiday” tree that will carry a star,

Reminds us again of babe born afar,

If this poem makes them throw every star off the tree,

Then each twinkling bright light is the star that we see! 

If the “lights” turn them off, and they rip them off clean,

And, get down to the branches so barren and green,

Then as light is reflected, and every leaf gleams,

Oh, we see the bright star, and the one who redeems! 

You can’t make us run, No, you can’t make us hide,

We were dragged before lions as food for the pride,

The depth of the star that shined long, long ago,

A truth made for you, and a truth you could know! 

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 2, 2013