Glowing Delight

Asked by a husband, each year before November ends. His wife sits waiting, to see the tree upon the hill. Messages of waiting, upon the first night, she sends. To the building, that displays a tree, so still. Each year, a tree lit on an, November night She patiently waits at first, with anticipation growing. Looking out her window, she gazes upon one delight. This is a sign; Christmas is near as this tree is glowing. He tells me she is watching, upon the mark of twilight. He says it brings joy to her heart and tears to eyes. To see the giant tree adorned, in brilliant color of white. Truly a scene of beauty, which floats below the skies, This tradition, handed down, before nineteen forties. Vividly seen for miles, marking the seasons cheer, Tree of lights that adorn a building rooftop with ease, We all see this view, admiring, until the New Year.