The Christmas Story

Here's a Christmas story that will end in tears. Maybe you have one that has been tucked away for years. I hang on this tree,in the back where no one can see. All alone I am,with shiny balls laughing at me. I hang here,my shine all gone, No ring left in me,in a place where I don't belong. I remember the fireplace,above it I shined. A loud ring I had,a glow from me would blind. I was precious back then,I was like gold. The years have tarnished me and now I am old. A little boy,He's coming under the tree. He looks up,yes,yes,he sees me. He took me down,as he polished,he sang in rhyme. Now once again,above the fireplace I shine.