The Tree

All

week

I've waited

for this day.

On my sled Dad

loads some rope, 

and a small ax, and

his chain saw.  He picks

up the lead rope to pull my sled.

"Come on," he says.  "Let's go get 

us a

Christmas

tree."

     Does your family put up a Christmas tree?  How do you get your tree?  Who picks it out?  What does the tree look like?  Here in Arizona a lot of families do not put up Christmas trees, they decorate the cactus.  Or, they have artificial trees.  Can you write a poem about your tree?  What does it smell like?  Feel like?  What do you like best about your tree?  Have fun writing.