A Russian Christmas Bell
What is that on Grandma’s tree? The child asked.
Was he pointing to the manger, snowman or donkey masked?
We finally figured out he meant the Russian Christmas bell.
It’s not red and green he said. How on earth did it sell?
Christmas comes in all colors, Grandma told the child.
It comes in many ways, some rich and thick, others mild.
We come to our conclusions in a variety of keen ways.
I hope you believe in Christmas until the end of your days.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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