A

Tiny Tree

waiting to be

decorated and

after a while amputated

while that being unknown to

him the hopes were becoming dim

on the 24 of December trees around

him were disappearing and getting hard to

remember but along came a boy jumping with joy

as he saw the lonesome pine and he shouted ‘can it be

mine can it be mine’ so he went with him, and he called him

grim but he put lights to make him bright and tinsel that made him jiggle but

soon after on

the 6th January

he put me in

captivity and left

RUNNER UP