The Christmas tree

The Christmas tree

Abducted from mother earth

In the mist of our prime

Market forces will dictate

Cut, netted, and with a dispatch date

Alien territory the destination

Dry atmosphere awaits

Natural beauty eroded

When the dehydrated needles carpet the floor

Revealing our vulnerability once more

Deprived of sunlight and hydration

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Serial imposters cooped up in its cardboard coffin

Take the alternative route

Emerging from the dusty loft

Instructions awry, allows free rein

Puzzle pieces come together

No inbuilt character defect or imperfections

To conquer, same old story year on year

Timeless unlike an avocado bath

All manufactured to stand the test of time

The Only criminal in the box the space age fibre optic option!

Tiny hands eager with joy and excitement

Accompany the master magician

To make good the glorious visitor for the 25^th

To be standing noble and proud

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Flashing sparkles baubles abound spare

Our vulnerability and cover our nakedness

 Tradition unfolds who sits on the throne

The star or the angel

Others hide in the shadows –simple and plain décor

The picture frame view

Admired by many are not privy to the secrets we keep

They must attend their own private viewing

We keep imagination in tact

Until the ungodly hour dawns

On Christmas morning

Will the festive miser pull the plug?

Before the 6^th night

So, disappearing like space ship

 Return to earth or the dark void of the loft?

The final destination