Angelic Empathy For Chuck’s Tree

Lucy, please don’t mock
the tree of the misbegotten,
unfortunate souls with scant options
and track-marked T-shirts.
O, Charlie, the light still twinkles
majestically, on bended wire and plastic stem.
Look at their small hands
cupping color and sphere,
adorning your bane
with their delight.
Linus, lay your blanket down
at the naked sole
of angelic feet,
hovering and fluttering
they rarely touch the earth.
Hark, Woodstock, ascend!
to underwhelming heights
on golden star
their thoughts at home
take wing with you
in fairy dreams and candy "cans".
Snoopy, snicker softly
at bending bough and branches
here sits their weight of glory
the decor of cherubs’
–who could question?