So many traditions run deep in all of our families,
And each holiday calls for a memorable and worthy gathering.
At Christmas, one tradition fills our hearts with glee!
When caught up in the season of joy; sadness, never harboring!
We find that it matters not whether a leaf has fallen from our tree,
And sailed on angels' wings to join the celebration above.
We reminisce of yesteryears assured their spirits are free...
Free from turmoil and chaos; free to taste purest love.
High upon the Christmas tree, there, amongst sparkling colored balls;
Tucked between precious old ornaments and brilliant, festive lights,
Hang these amazing balls of glass; bearing the names of all.
They're protected by the extra padded skirt made of satin- red and white
Time will not dissolve memories or the love and affection which flows,
When kindred spirits, on Christmas morn, gather to hear the sacred story.
We’d recall the prudent sayings; simple stories that nurture, still, our souls,
While in harmony, young ones and old, celebrate God’s majestic glory!
Note: For the Contest, "Traditions"