If I were a Fir tree 

By Kate Sckolnick 

If I were a Fir tree 

I’d stand 

In a house with  

A box at my feet

Filled with ornaments 
 My green arms would 

Stretch out strong

Waiting for the people

To decorate my 

Green branches
I’d hear the footsteps of 

Little feet 

Pitter pattering 

Down the hall
I ‘d smile 

Because it would tickle 

As their little fingers slide the 

Ornaments onto my branches 
At last I’d be colorful 

And I  would glow with pride 

And watch the kids 

As they drink their hot cocoa  

And lick their candy canes
And I would proudly wait

Patiently 

Bringing joy

Until Christmas

When Santa comes 

and puts presents 

By my feet.

    

 

  !Ornament! 

      By Ava Kulikowski  
The dad carries a box…

A treasure chest                        

of ornaments 

For the tree

Otherwise known

 as my home
 He opens the box 

The little girl says “so pretty!”

As she takes me out...

 The prettiest  ornament

 Obviously 

With red and green  

and glitter sparkles 
I shimmer 

like snowflakes

During my holiday vacation

From my box home

It’s my time to shine
She hangs me 

In the perfect spot  

Right in the middle 

Of the tree

near the picture  

of the family
 

Icicles  

By: Aubri R Vickery 

 

Outside

The icicles 

Hang over the window

And shine 

So I see my reflection

In the thin cones
I pick the perfect one

And the cold

Hits my fingers

And makes me shiver

As I snap it off
And sword fight 

With my brothers

Until

Mom calls,

“Dinner!”



 

If I Were A Spruce Tree

By: Bianca De Boulet


If I were a spruce tree I would shine with the brightest green through the thick white snow. 

 
I would let the people put their fancy sparkly lights  on me that make people go “Whoa!!”.

If I were a spruce tree I would stand tall and proud with my lights gleaming bright.

I would love all the fellow trees who stand there with me with pride.