Hillsboro student to represent Oregon at national tree lighting ceremony
Christmas came early for a fourth grader in Hillsboro on Monday when she learned she’d be representing her state at the tree lighting ceremony in Washington D.C.
Oregon was selected to provide the nation’s Christmas tree. It was grown in the Willamette National Forest near Sweet Home.
Last month, Oregon Governor Kate Brown held a writing contest to select the fourth grader who would flip the switch and light up the Oregon-grown tree at the Capitol.
The topic? Why you love Oregon’s outdoors.
Out of nearly 1,200 entries, the governor selected Brigette Harrington’s poetic response.
Sometime in early December, Harrington will fly to D.C. and join the speaker of the house, senators, representatives and festive fans to light the tree.
The tree has a long journey ahead, departing in early November to follow the Oregon Trail in reverse.
Below is Briette's essay:
‘Twas the month before Christmas, and all through my mind,
Swirled thoughts of my Oregon, all intertwined;
The four seasons how extraordinary, each one of a kind,
Left memories galore for my mind to rewind.
The winter how beautiful, the snow began to fall,
I quickly grabbed my mittens to make a chilly snowball.
The snowman we created, sat proudly in my yard,
He stayed there ‘till he melted, a snowy frosty guard.
The raindrops how they pattered, the wind gusts how they blew,
In Oregon this is common, it makes us special through and through;
So don’t be disappointed, for rain can bring such joy,
The puddles are for jumpin’, they’re better than a toy!
In thinking of the springtime, birds began to chime,
The tulips and the daffodils, made for a colorful time.
It was time to plant my garden, the seeds went in the ground,
I watched each day as plants popped up, and roots became earthbound.
The roses oh so pretty, a painting of delight,
The picture of a rainbow, magical and bright.
A visit to the Oregon coast, is sure to bring a smile,
Watching waves and seagulls fly up high, my sandcastle took a while.
Flying kites their tails a’soarin’, a fun sight to behold,
Especially nice upon the sand, with the ocean foamy and cold.
Hiking in the green lush forests, tall evergreens abound,
Watching wildlife, deer, and elk appear, animals all around.
Onto summer sunny days, the earth was in its glory,
Picking berries, apples, peaches and more, so sweet, like a fairytale story.
Kayaking on our rivers was great, it really was a thrill,
Paddling to and fro with dad, water rippling, peaceful and yet still.
Time for fall, it was really here, brilliant trees ablaze,
Leaves soon fell down one by one, my eyes just loved to gaze.
Finally into the pumpkin patch, oh which one should I choose,
A tall, a round, a skinny one, once carved it would amuse.
It’s time to cut our Christmas tree, we’ve got to find the right one,
Can’t wait to get it home inside, all decorated and done!
So as I close my eyes for sleep, my heart holds memories dear,
Thinking of my home, our state, my Oregon, how glad I’m here.
By: Brigette Heather Harrington