The Christmas Trees in Morrinsville

 

The Christmas Trees in Morrinsville

In Morrinsville on Christmas Eve,
The child he was still dares believe,
He watches through the chilly air,
As daylight fades — the streets lie bare.

The Art Gallery gleams,
Each window hums of festive dreams,
He’s seen the trees brought one by one,
Their tinsel blazing with the sun.

He lies upon the bench outside,
No hearth, no home, no place to hide,
His stomach aches, the day’s been long,
As Ruru starts his mournful song.

The hunger hums, the shadows creep,
His eyelids fall — he drifts to sleep,
And in that drift, his heart takes flight,
To childhood dreams of Christmas night.

He smells the spruce, the frosted pine,
(Though summer scents the warm night fine),
The paper crackers pop! and bang!
While children’s laughter softly sang.

Show stoppers glint, the toppers glow,
Glass balls and stars in golden row,
Velvet butterflies take flight,
And bells and bows adorn the night.

Icicles shaped from crystal glass,
Catch streetlights as the dreaming’s pass,
Gingerbread men and candy canes,
And sweets that dance through windowpanes.

Chocolate wrapped in foil bright,
He tastes within his dream’s delight,
While angels hover, soft and low,
And reindeer prance in candle glow.

Five-pointed stars in silver gleam,
He drifts within his yuletide dream,
Snowmen grin in hats of red,
Though none have graced this summer yet.

Streamers wave, the lanterns glow,
Bambi dear in gentle show,
Nativity scenes, a fairy’s wand,
Recall the home to which he’s fond.

The town grows still, the lights grow dim,
A distant choir lifts its hymn,
He sleeps where golden shadows fade,
And peace wraps round the dreams he made.

Then morning breaks — Town Siren’s cry,
Cuts through the blue December sky,
The streets lie quiet, the air is still,
It’s Christmas Day in Morrinsville.

Some early walkers, passing near,
Stop by the bench and feel a tear,
“Come home with us, without delay,
No one should wake alone today.”

He follows slow, his spirit stirred,
By kindness found in one kind word,
They feed his heart, his hunger gone,
And sunlight crowns the dreaming on.

For though the years had worn him thin,
The Christmas dream still burned within,
And Morrinsville, beneath the sun,
Proved love and hope can still be one.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Nov 2025)