But if I had to choose
Between the two
I'm not sure I'd want to be
A "Christmas" tree
No matter how grand or noble
(Sugar, spice, and ornaments are nice)
But I'd rather be solitary
And sparse
And
Alive
To experience the rest of my years—
Though they be hidden and lonely—
Rather than bask in lavish glory
And then blaze in the Old Year's
Funeral pyre.