Christmas Trees by Robert Frost

“He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;

My woods—the young fir balsams like a place

Where houses all are churches and have spires.

I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.”

From “Christmas Trees” by Robert Frost

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