My Christmas Tree
My Christmas tree
A Christmas tree is a tradition
We do each year from childhood till
We can no more do this beautiful thing
My tree is a wonderful delight
With many a bauble and trimming
When a child I did it with my dad
With lights with bulbs and nursery rhyme
Decorated on their globes
Paper chains so very small
All made by me not so very tall
And plastic reindeer on cotton string
Glass baubles so very a fragile thing
But one grows up and things do change
On one hand they do on others not
Dad my no longer be here
But the reindeer are somehow
And they still appear each year
Unbroken to my delight
Along with the glass baubles
Children have come and they have added
To homemade decorations on my tree
They to survive many a following year
Now there are grand children
To add more to my beautiful tree
Many things have changed and many not
No longer is the tree a pine
That was dug up each year for me
But beautiful fake tree one now
Each new Christmas though
Is a wonderful memory of things
By those who we love so much
Of those that have past and ones with us
Each time I open the trimming box
9-12-17
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