Christmas Tree Poem
Christmas tree, sparkling bright
Filled with baubles, warm and light,
Precious symbols of our affection,
Show each night your radiant glory.
For "oohs" and "aahs" obligatory.
Christmas tree, don't let us down;
Show something special on your crown,
An angel, star or splendid piece
To make our holiday joy increase
An icon, pure, ideal complete,
For Christmas memories fond and sweet.
Glitter and glisten, gleam and glow.
Oh Christmas tree, we love you so
by Joan Fuchs
Last week, I mentioned my Christmas trees and the pieces of the past that I added to enhance their beauty.
I named a myriad of mementos, pricy and priceless that mean so much to me.
Then, I threw more on those trees, just short of the kitchen sink ,when I added; all that the trees lack is strings of stale popcorn and some tinsel.
Thursday, Paul Baby and I arrived home from a shopping trip, in early evening.
He checked the messages on the answering machine.
A familiar male voice stated that he read the article, found a tiny error, and more, informed me that popcorn on a string and tinsel are outdated.
We both laughed, because we have never used those items on our trees in the fifty-three Christmas seasons that we have known, together.
Could be, one day we'll heat up the popper and drag out the icicles for old time sake, with no apologies. If we do that I will make some chains using construction paper too.
We do reminisce about such things at tree time.
After all, the aforementioned outdated decorations were special touches that dressed up our real, but not-so-perfect trees, in the day.
Santa loved them too! I can attest to that. He knew how to play the piano in the dark and did.
Thoughts of them and the simple pleasures of earlier Christmases live on.
Thank you dear friend for your dedication to "Brazil Buzz." Every writer needs a critic like you.
Today, we shared an early Christmas with my sister Sandra Gallardo and her husband Gilbert Gallardo, of Linton.
I served a turkey dinner, with all of the trimmings. We enjoyed a gift exchange and good conversation.
For her, it's like coming home when they travel down Elm Street, where our earlier Christmases began.
Today, when we looked across the way toward the snow covered place, absent of those precious loved ones and the house we once called home; she and I revisited Christmases of our childhood.
Those special times cannot be replaced, but they are still fresh in our minds. We hope we don't ever loose track of that.
The Sartor family, including Tootie Mae wish each and everyone "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."
My condolence to the family of Lois Stigler. Lois and Jimmy were our neighbors for many years.
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