The elegance of the tree calls to me,

beckoning,

telling me tales of long ago,

hidden within its finery.

Still somehow it appears regal,

instead of gaudy.

It sings of life that refuses

to be banished by snow.

Light against the night,

the riches of hearth and home.

A promise of love to come,

and life well lived.

Deep in the quiet of the darkness,

it sings