With leaves of green lettuce, all tender and sweet, "In leaves of green lettuce I'd like to be dressed!"īy this time the fairies were laughing, I know īut they gave him his wish in a second and so "It wouldn't cost much to grant my request,. "I'd ask them for something both pretty and plain: "For my beautiful leaves of shining glass! Then his heart was sad and he cried, "Alas Like a silvery, shimmering shower of hail,Īnd the tree stood naked and bare to the gale. They broke into pieces and fell on the ground, In a reckless temper, and quickly smashed "This is something great!"Īnd he held himself up, very proud and straight īut a rude young wind through the forest dashed, That his branches were covered with jewels bright. When the night was gone, and the sun rose clear,Īnd it seemed, as he stood in the morning light, "And be satisfied with glass for my dress!" "I'd wish for something that cost much less, "If the fairies would give me another try, The fir-tree said, "I forgot that thieves So he picked the golden leaves with care,Īnd left the little tree shivering there. I must fill my pack with your beautiful dress." "Oh, yes!" said the man, "and I really guess "And wouldn't you like such a dress as mine?" "Just look at me! don't you think I am fine? To a pedlar who happened to pass that way, I tell you, children, the tree was proud Īnd he tinkled his leaves, as if he would say When he woke in the morning, his heart was glad įor every leaf that his boughs could hold So he fell asleep, but his dreams were bad. "In a garment of gold, to bedazzle the rest!" "I'd tell them how I should like to be dressed,. "If the fays of the forest would only ask me, "To give such an ugly old dress to a tree! Then jealousy clouded the little tree's mind,Īnd he said to himself, "It was not very kind He looked at his needles so stiff and small,Īnd thought that his dress was the poorest of all. In the wonderful raiment that summer weaves When he saw that the other trees were gay In a beautiful, all-the-year, evergreen suit.īut a trouble came into his heart one day, Of his needles bedecked him, from top to root, His body was straight and his boughs were clean Īnd summer and winter the bountiful sheen
This fir-tree soon discovers that decoration choice is of utmost importance.Ī LITTLE fir grew in the midst of the woodĬontented and happy, as young trees should. With Christmas Day hurtling towards us at lightning bolt speed, the following rhyme from Henry Van Dyke may inspire those who are yet to assemble their Christmas tree and adorn its branches to do so. As December is upon us it seems fitting for this week’s featured poem to have a festive flavour.
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