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The Memory Tree
Treasured trinkets removed with care
Made by small hands that hold our heart
Each one a prized and priceless jewel
A beloved work of art
Bright ornaments of red and gold
Shiny garland and strings of lights
Memories gently packed away
‘Til next years’ Christmas Eve night
Now in our house forlornly stands
A once so proud majestic fir
Stripped bare of all her finery
Reverently we undress her
Her needles once so soft and supple
Brittle now they prick our fingers
Oh tree of lights, though sadly fading
Your stunning beauty lingers
Made by small hands that hold our heart
Each one a prized and priceless jewel
A beloved work of art
Bright ornaments of red and gold
Shiny garland and strings of lights
Memories gently packed away
‘Til next years’ Christmas Eve night
Now in our house forlornly stands
A once so proud majestic fir
Stripped bare of all her finery
Reverently we undress her
Her needles once so soft and supple
Brittle now they prick our fingers
Oh tree of lights, though sadly fading
Your stunning beauty lingers
Published 26th Dec 2012
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28th Dec 2012 7:23pm
Ah, I always dread the task of "undressing her"... here you've captured my sense of it perfectly. Well... onward and upward as they say. Cheers and Happy New Year, Sandy - your bud Mary Ann
15th Jan 2013 10:18pm
