Dear lovely Christmas tree
Why do you seem to smile at me
A sad, melancholy smile
Why do you remind me
Ever so subtly
Of all the Christmases gone by
When loved faces
Weren’t so old,
or jagged, or wrinkly,
or worn
Why do you remind me of those Christmases
When needs were little and things were simple
When you, dear Christmas tree,
Looked less glorious
Why do you remind me of all those Christmases
That came and went by
So hurriedly as it now seems
So many moons ago
Soft shiny tears prick me
To think they’re no more
And yet a tiny ray of gladness
I force myself to see
That life no matter how it used to be
Has been not unkind to me
All those small little childhood hands
Are still mine to hold
And some, though old and aged
Are still so dear to behold
And you dear Christmas tree
Though sparkly new and strange to my past
Are a bright witness to many more Christmases
To new memories that I may remember at long last!
(~some musings on Christmas
night…)
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 3:48 pm
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