Ernie

Only three of us were left. I could see across the field how others had been selected stood with pride aglow with lights and tinsel. It was the day before Christmas.
What was to become of me with no home for me to share my branches? The special day was not to be mine. Sadness was gone in a flash when the little boy on Christmas Eve
selected me. The joy in his eyes rekindled my purpose for being. I will be decked.