In December, I was considered to be the flavour of the month, <br />But now, come January, I find myself well and truly dumped. <br />In December, I was considered to be the salt of the earth, <br />But, come January, and I feel I have lost all of my self worth. <br /> <br />Back in December, we trees were the stars of the show: <br />All dressed up with tinsel and baubles and velvet bows. <br />At my decorated branches, the people really loved to look: <br />They even put pictures of me all over the pages of Facebook. <br /> <br />In December, we Christmas trees were the centre of attention, <br />But now, come January, we find that we barely get a mention. <br />In December, I appeared to be the best thing since sliced bread, <br />But now my health is ailing, and very soon I will be dead. <br /> <br />On many a greetings card, my form has been depicted, <br />But that was back in December, before I got evicted. <br />No longer am I the cream of the crop or the bee's knees, <br />So here I am at the local dump with other unwanted trees. <br /> <br />On Christmas Eve, coloured gifts were placed beneath my boughs; <br />On Christmas Day, I witnessed smiling faces and excited ‘WOW's. <br />I thought that my family and I shared a very special bond: <br />Of me, I thought that my family were really rather fond. <br /> <br />Us Christmas trees will probably be getting ourselves shredded, <br />But in my family's minds, my image will always be embedded: <br />They'll look back at photos of us all dressed up to the nines - <br />The kids drinking Coca-Cola, and the adults sipping wine. <br /> <br />Now, in January, I am well and truly past my sell by date; <br />Now I find myself heading towards a rather uncertain fate. <br />Yes, in December I was considered to be the icing on the cake, <br />But chances are that tomorrow, I and the others will not wake.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-christmas-tree/
