Borrowing Some Sparkle

We couldn’t have a Christmas tree Back in my childhood days, Yet, longingly, on others’ trees This Jewish girl would gaze. So once the holiday had passed, The neighbors tossed theirs out And I’d collect the tinsel, Surreptitiously, no doubt. I’d then proceed to decorate The shrubs around my house. To me, they looked quite beautiful; My mother, though, would grouse. “Our holiday has candles Which are wonderful to see!” But to a child, there’s nothing like The tinsel on a tree.