Recently, on a return trip to Columbus from Tuscaloosa, my wife Jane and I were driving through Reform. About midway between Reform and Columbus, Jane is doing a difficult Dispatch puzzle, and I have nothing to do but drive. For something to do, I look out Jane’s window and see a stretch of barren hills with no grass or weeds — not even trees adjacent to the highway, except one little bitty pine tree, all of about 46 inches tall and all alone, with no other trees to talk to.
In my mind, a line begins to form … “the little bitty lonely Christmas tree … ”
The Little Bitty Lonely Christmas Tree
It seems like forever
No one sees me.
Hundreds of cars and
trucks big as a house
thunder down the highway
filled with children and
moms and dads going somewhere.
Hey! Look at me!
Am I invisible?
Yes, I am lonely,
all alone on a hill.
No one can see me
or get my message.
Stars bright made dark skies
on fire with light,
led shepherds to David’s city.
Sad and lonely I am.
My last name is Tree.
My first name is Christmas.
Christmas Tree tells me
I am special.
I am beautiful.
I am good.
Christmas Tree is my name.
Only five years old,
I am your Christmas tree,
all along by myself
on this hill.
No other trees to talk to me,
no children to listen to me.
Can they hear the message?
Star light so bright
His love is there,
calling to all his children.
Sad and lonely I am.
Christmas Tree is my name,
come to acclaim the birth
and life of the Christ Child,
lowly born in a manger
on a tax day in David’s city.
Until you come for me
the lonely Christmas tree is sad.
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