JEFF BAGBY ' S TREE
I thought that we should never see
last Yule a little Christmas tree
My son a pilgrimage had planned
to Adak Forest to view trees so grand
"Oh Mother," daily, he said to me,
"When will they bring MY Christmas TREE?"
I dreaded to tell the tale
of our trees lost in windy gale
And the little tree bound for us
destined to turn back into dust
Its humble face never to shine
with balls and lights and tinsel twine
Its prickly ears never to hear
a child’s laughter and Christmas Cheer
And when, at last, the time drew nigh
for Santa's sleigh to mount the sky
I took a little boy upon my knee
and said, "This year we’ll have no tree"
Tears made his blue ayes blink and glisten *
and I think Someone else did see and listen
And appointed the Captain, Exec, and VPs
Special Services and Reeves
to save the holidays for you and me
For Lo, there on the step, a Christmas tree!
Happy shouts I thought would be heard
but my blue-eyed boy said not a word
And at the tree just sat and gazed
The joy, I thought, had made him dazed
And all that eve he was reserved
And I thought, He's thrown me a new curve
Next day two 3 year old voices boomed
And I glanced into the living room
The neighbbr's brown-eyed lad did say
"Where'd you get that tree anyway?"
And the blue-eyed boy, matter of fact, did reply
"Why God sent it down to me from the sky!"
By Jean Bagby
This poem written on
occasion of the Christmas
Season last year when it
looked as if there would
be no Christmas trees for
awhile is very appropriate
means of justifying the
decision that the person
nel with dependents would
get first chance at the
trees which were obtained
from Kodiak this year.
Whether there will be a
tree for every home is not
known but the Jeff Bagby's
of Adak will have their
tree and some, maybe all
personnel without children
will be picking up theirs
as the Sun goes to press.
Merry Christmas Jeff
Bagby whereever you are.
P.S. A late report in
dicates all homes on Adak
will receive a tree.