A Day of Life

I see sweet smile

and hear cute laughs

as they rush down the stairs

not wanting to be last.

They all shout and stare

as they come closer to see

the shiny, light boxes

hidden underneath me.

I sweetly watch over

till they are done

and slip on my cover

hiding me from the sun.

They do this every year

but its all right with me

because Im still glad I got to live

the life of a Christmas Tree.