Young Sally

Young Sally stood, staring up

at the giant glowing tree.

With her hand in her mouth,

she smiled at what she could see. 

The device which held it so straight,

was invisible to the eye.

Its branches extended out far, as if,

it were reaching for the night sky.

 Here and there, draping daintily 

were the baubles and the lights

the drummer boy and old Saint Nick,

decorations and delights.

But what Sally wanted, what she needed

was not a bauble nor a light.

In fact, what young Sally wanted

was a star atop, which shone so bright.

Sally moved forward, wading through the sea,

of wrapped and awaiting presents,

She ignored the objects in her way,

making creases, tears and dents.

Once her little body could go no further,

she hated being so small,

She fell back on her small backside,

and soon began to bawl.