Charles Ruble Poet Rhyme

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.

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