A post with no picture but instead a poem

There has been an absence of posts lately because I have reached my blogger limit of free storage space and I have to upgrade (and that is like asking me to pump my own gas! ha , I'm an Oregonian thru and thru) and I just cannot motivate myself to go through the tekkie gyrations of doing so.  But I will soon, I promise.  In the meantime I found a little e.e.cummings poem  on FB today about putting up a Christmas tree which  seemed just right.  And I also wanted to tell you, it has been a kind of nice time around the store lately.  We are busy as elves and it's starting to feel a little festive  and it's not so crazy busy with customers and everyone seems to be able to shop in a sort of relaxed, thoughtful kind of way.  And I like that feeling.  So today I offer you poetry instead of pictures -

something to ring in the impending holiday season with.

 

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid

look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel"

E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)