I am again awake in the night. My throat has become quite an issue now,
and it is really uncomfortable to feel its soreness rubbing down into
my esophagus. I sit up, hoping to feel better.
I look for something to share to get my mind off of my discomfort. It is not here.
Perhaps I will just picture you asleep, and that will put me back into
dream-land. I remember now stories from my childhood. Perhaps I should
look there for something to share. Ah, of course, The
Sugar-Plum Tree by Eugene Field.
The Sugar-Plum
Tree
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By
Eugene Field
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Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
'Tis a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop
Sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
The fruit that it bears is so
wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little
children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.
When you've got to the tree, you would have a
hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing;
The tree is so tall that no
person could climb
To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
But up in
that tree sits a chocolate cat,
And a ginger bread dog prowls below-
And
this is the way you contrive to get at
Those sugar-plums tempting you so:
You say but the word to that gingerbread dog
And he barks with such a terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once
all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes
covorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the sugar-plums
tumble, of course, to the ground-
Hurray for that chocolate cat!
There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and
peppermint canes
With striping of scarlet and gold,
And you carry away
of the treasure that rains,
As much as your apron can hold!
So come,
little child, cuddle closer to me
In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
And I'll rock you away to the Sugar-Plum Tree
In the garden of Shut-Eye
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