The trees get shorter
as life gets longer-
hardly the eight footers,
pregnant with lights,
and ornaments
as in those early years.
The next stage brought one
four feet high, but with fewer baubles,
but pretty just the same.
Now it's a table tree,
easier to handle and dress up-
just right for Grandpa and me,
but pretty just the same.
Funny, like the trees,
we've gotten shorter too
with fewer decorations,
but I hope
we're pretty just the same.
