Christmas Tree

It was a while until Christmas
There was a jolly spirit traveling around.
It traveled through me, my Mom, Dad, and sister.
The smell of pine covered the crunching snow.


The only thought other than joy was pain.
My meth self-inflicted  brother was missing.
Our hearts had always been each others.
But I decided to focus on this one tree.


As me, and my family trudged through the snow,
I watched my breath make funny shapes in the air.
There were trees all around.
But none was the one.


Then, there it was.
The tree that was to sit as the honored guest in our living room.
I snatched up my father's hardwood ax.
As I swung, wood chips flew every which way.


Swinging the body of the tree behind my back I felt pain.
My finger decided it could stand it though.
Later a sliver was found.
Later the pain ceased.


As we all got back to the truck I felt lightheaded.
My Mom set me between her, and my Dad.
She gave me a cup.
With hot chocolate in hand, my mind calmed.