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