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poetry and prose about place

bringing the outside inside

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Mindful of how busy I am at this time of year, my Mom always said to take Christmas where I found it.  She meant to enjoy every moment of the season and glean Christmas from the smallest experience.  So, on my drive home from Halifax, I was on the lookout for what I call “Christmassy things”. 

One of these was a big truck, well-packed with Christmas trees, bound for markets in the United States.  I thought of how these simple natural fir trees from New Brunswick would be the center of Christmas decorations far away.

We are lucky in New Brunswick to be able to buy a freshly-cut tree.  In years past, we often went with my brother’s family to cut our own Balsam Fir at a U-Cut.   It was fun, watching the kids running through the snow, so excited to choose a tree.  Some years, we had a tree from my Dad’s property, one of the many he and my Mom planted and tended.  I have also cut a Christmas tree from our own woods, although sometimes they are a bit lopsided.   Today, we usually buy our tree from a local grower, in a lot where the trees lean against the fence, categorized by height. 

It is so hard to decide on the perfect tree.  We have high ceilings, so the taller the better.  And I want a tree without a bird’s nest (some people think it is lucky to have a bird’s nest in the tree), so I check between every branch!   I also usually want a relatively thin tree, to let the decorations hang easily. 

Today or tomorrow, my husband and I will go out to get this year’s tree.  We will wrap the tree in a red bedspread, set aside for this purpose, and tie the tree securely to the top of our car.  We will take it home to settle for a day or so, and then bring it inside.  And the fresh smell of cold air and balsam will expand from the tree into our living room.  And, as in other years, it will be the best tree ever.

~

evergreen

~

*

under

snow prismatic

white distils to green

wintergreen and woodfern

clubmoss and conifer, chlorophyll

wedged  into  slim  space  between

earth

and

ice

~

©  Jane Tims  2011

Written by jane tims

December 16, 2011 at 7:25 am

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  1. Wow! That’s quite a truckload of trees – I never gave much thought to how city folks found cut Christmas trees for their apartments. We go to a farm and cut our own – that’s my favorite part of the season, picking out our tree together. Somehow we know and agree when we’ve found the right one… Your poem says so much with a few well-chosen words. Wishing you a Happy Christmas!

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    Barbara Rodgers

    December 16, 2011 at 5:01 pm

  2. Enjoyed your post, Jane. Nice to read about the greens in your poem and see its shape on the page. Like what your mother said too. Our Christmas decorations are simple and have fallen into place, here and there. Merry Christmas, Ellen

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    Ellen Grace Olinger

    December 16, 2011 at 10:50 am

    • Hi. Thanks for noticing the shape of the poem! Merry Christmas Ellen. You deserve a beautiful one! Jane

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      jane tims

      December 16, 2011 at 12:15 pm

  3. Nicely done Jane. Especially liked the line chlorophyll
    wedged into slim space between
    . Nice perspective on the drawing. As for having the best Christmas tree ever? Well, ours this year would give you a run for the money. 🙂
    -Denis

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    JD

    December 16, 2011 at 10:48 am

    • Hi Denis. I always liked my Dad’s trees. One year he even drilled holes and added branches to make it more full. Thanks for the comments on my poem! Jane

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      jane tims

      December 16, 2011 at 12:14 pm


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