O Christmas Tree

A bit late in the season, but there you are.

Although it may lack tinsel or real burning candles
It has the oridary fare of colored glass orbs
Of course the christmas lights of red, blue, and green
They're not what steal the show, despite them being staples
Not even our red strings of beads can claim to be famous
In fact of all ornaments, they surely are the plainest

No, what truly brings our tree aren't just from the mall
Nor is it the presents underneath which make it gleam
Instead it's little treasures found along life's road
Special ornanments from little shops from everywhere we go
And baubles made by our own hands are those treasured most
That santa sitting atop the tree, I made that, I boast.

My christmas tree's memories hang from every bough
Ornaments collected each year burden the branches
From silly snoopies snoozing from atop his dog house
To Harry Potter waving a phoenix cored wand
In between its baubles you'll find a robin's nest
With a real plastic robin, settling down for rest

Every year we choose our tree, a shiny green Douglas Fir
It must be real I insist, or Santa sure won't come
We spend the day decorating, saving the best for last
Those very special ornaments are unpacked with loving care
Homemade crafts, old pacifiers, and faded baby pictures
Then music notes, and a toy french horn are added to the mixture

When we unpack that final box, we find the truth of christmas
 

Reviews

[Legion]

A lovely memory. :)