Poetry Drop – Christmas Tree’s by Robert Frost

Every year we pack up the car and head to the North Carolina mountains to stay in a cabin for the weekend and cut down our own Christmas tree.  It’s the fifth year now we’ve gone and its sort of the official kick-off for Christmas in our family as well as the only time of year we get to see a little snow (usually).

North Carolina Chritmas Tree Trip 2006 017Owen at the Christmas Tree farm.

North Carolina Chritmas Tree Trip 2006 024  We got one.  Mr. Bookie with the tree of choice.

North Carolina Chritmas Tree Trip 2006 055 JJ in a ridiculous hat, eating roasted marshmallows at the Christmas tree farm.

North Carolina Chritmas Tree Trip 2006 030 JJ being reluctant to sit on Santa’s lap.  Mr. Bookie and I agreed with JJ.  Santa was lookin a lil too hillbilly…

North Carolina Chritmas Tree Trip 2006 027 Owen doesn’t care.

So, when I ran across this poem today, I thought it was perfect for today’s blog post.  Even though Mr. Frost didn’t sell his tree’s, I hope he would have appreciated the joy our family gets out of this tradition every year.

Christmas Trees

by Robert Frost

A Christmas Circular Letter
The city had withdrawn into itself  
And left at last the country to the country;  
When between whirls of snow not come to lie  
And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove  
A stranger to our yard, who looked the city,   
Yet did in country fashion in that there  
He sat and waited till he drew us out  
A-buttoning coats to ask him who he was.  
He proved to be the city come again  
To look for something it had left behind   
And could not do without and keep its Christmas.  
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;  
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place  
Where houses all are churches and have spires.  
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.    
I doubt if I was tempted for a moment  
To sell them off their feet to go in cars  
And leave the slope behind the house all bare,  
Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.  
I’d hate to have them know it if I was.      
Yet more I’d hate to hold my trees except  
As others hold theirs or refuse for them,  
Beyond the time of profitable growth,  
The trial by market everything must come to.  
I dallied so much with the thought of selling.      
Then whether from mistaken courtesy  
And fear of seeming short of speech, or whether  
From hope of hearing good of what was mine,  
I said, "There aren’t enough to be worth while."  
"I could soon tell how many they would cut,     
You let me look them over."  
"You could look.  
But don’t expect I’m going to let you have them."  
Pasture they spring in, some in clumps too close  
That lop each other of boughs, but not a few     
Quite solitary and having equal boughs  
All round and round. The latter he nodded "Yes" to,  
Or paused to say beneath some lovelier one,  
With a buyer’s moderation, "That would do."  
I thought so too, but wasn’t there to say so.   
We climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over,  
And came down on the north.  
He said, "A thousand."  
"A thousand Christmas trees!—at what apiece?"  
He felt some need of softening that to me:       
"A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars."  
Then I was certain I had never meant  
To let him have them. Never show surprise!  
But thirty dollars seemed so small beside  
The extent of pasture I should strip, three cents    
(For that was all they figured out apiece),  
Three cents so small beside the dollar friends  
I should be writing to within the hour  
Would pay in cities for good trees like those,  
Regular vestry-trees whole Sunday Schools     
Could hang enough on to pick off enough.  
A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!  
Worth three cents more to give away than sell,  
As may be shown by a simple calculation.  
Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.       
I can’t help wishing I could send you one,  
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.
I really must read more from Mr. Frost.  Have a nice weekend!

4 Responses to “Poetry Drop – Christmas Tree’s by Robert Frost”

  1. How sweet! Looks like you all had lots of fun.

    Check out my Christmas in Wales post — there is a free audiocast of Dylan Thomas reading the book.

  2. Cute pics! That tree looks great, I bet it smells wonderful. We’ve got a fake tree and one thing I miss is evergreen smell.

    We went to a tree farm once in Georgia, and none of the trees looked like Christmas trees to me (since I’d grown up in a land of spruces), and the owner said it was too warm down here to grow them properly. I never thought of driving to North Carolina to get one!

    Looks like you had lots of fun – and oh, I’m jealous that you got to see some snow!

  3. Adorable pics! And roasted marshmallows are the best part of any tradition. 😀

  4. Yesterday i spent 300 bucks for platinium roulette system , i hope that i will make my first $$$ online

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