A Christmas Poem (For Lyn, Et Al)

...Have occasioned I think to have been decor- rating The Tree, it's piney quills & tines dressing in glassy festoons weightless baubles of tins-led Christmas-candy colors, like porcelain fragile-fine, hooked canes & dangled barber-pole-paean peppermint-stick Memories of savored hangon trinkets & heirlooms looming like a twinkling tapestry 'round wreaths of snowy popped-corn dangling - "No, darlings, that's not for eating..." Yes, I have occasioned the rows of bubbling light-tubes like glowing chains of warm caterpillars inching-on toward the Manger's Star of a chrysalis Christmas Joy to Light- Up the World! Oh Yes, I have occasioned The Tree Breathing in Ecstasy... And the Wonder, of this from a Guy whose Imprimatur might have been "Tannenbaum!" H.e.m. 12.8.MMvi. Noel. "And so, as Tiny Tim observed, G-D bless Us, Every One!" (" A Christmas Carol"). And... A "...Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!" (Clement Clarke Moore, "Twas The Night Before Christmas"). Amen.