2024 Christmas Tree Poem Time moves on, Like the rushing traffic Flying by at breakneck speeds, Needing to be somewhere five minutes ago. Not so for me. I’m slowing down, wanting rest, The end of a season. We’ve both grown smaller over the years. Gravity pulls me down. Low in

The Christmas Tree Poems by Deb Richmond, Author/Wanna-be poet Some people send thank-you notes. Others give hugs. I tell stories or sometimes write poems, especially Christmas tree poems. I don’t claim to be much of a poet, but sometimes, having grown up on Green Eggs and Ham, I can’t help myself.

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