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Our Tree The green tree in the box, kept in the attic, is in pieces. Not because it is dead, or firewood, but a project to be assembled. Much like our life, from the beginning of I do, lovingly placed together, each day of each year, with patience and hope. Father brings it down. Mother opens it up. Together they build, what only God can grow. Then as one we decorate. My brothers and I, taking turns, low and high. Reaching, stars to the heavens, a sweet manger below… Christmas. He is everything, in Our home. Tradition is a deal. Not small or tiny, but big and large. Father would have a real tree, like when he was a kid, but we saved the money, and adopted a foreign child. He belongs to all of us, We are his family now. We don’t know where he is, this night, or most nights in the dark, but God… He does, and sends; His Might Light, far brighter then our tree top star, that ever shines, even from afar.

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Date: 12/13/2019 7:31:00 AM
The sweet manger, the love of mommy and daddy, the Christmas tree. Thank you for writing this one, Ann.
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Ann Foster
Date: 12/13/2019 10:56:00 AM
Merry Christmas kind friend. Every wish your way.. for the best of days... Ann
Date: 12/9/2019 8:10:00 PM
i felt like i was there...helping to decorate...it made me smile...my parents and brother have all left, it's not as much fun as this... beautiful write my friend... hugs
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Date: 12/9/2019 8:18:00 PM
We can gather together and have a tree, it will be full of bright and beautiful words, that dance, and sing all night long... hushed only near midnight... humble at the birth... joyous ever after... God give you a perfect night... Ann