Written 17th December 2020
The Christmas trees reminds me so Of Christmases from long ago Gazing up at the tree so tall When I were a young girl so small. Back in the day, when things were tight For us no pretty sparkling lights Little candles lit up the tree Flickering away merrily. The fairy placed on top, up high Was joy for my sisters and I Just a paper dolly was she Prettiest thing upon the tree. Made with crepe paper was her dress Which on and off we'd oft' times fetch By the time us three girls were through An awful mess she would look too. A peek in the crackers we’d sneak Those on the tree placed nice and neat Not nearly so neat was the tree Devoured by the terrible three. Pretty baubles hung on the tree Pity they broke so easily Their usage could have been prolonged If three rascals hadn’t come along. So many times the tree was found Tumbled down when we'd been around Before mum saw the disarray The dreadful three had run away.
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