My Christmas Tree Tale

Christmas is a special time, it means a lot to me

But what I love most of all, is putting up the tree,

Its limbs can be folded upwards, being artificial and 6ft tall, Which suits me fine, because you see, it fits snugly against a wall.

Carefully stored, now unwrapped, the decorations are revealed, Each one, bringing with it, a memory unconcealed.

My mind it wanders with delight on a trip down memory lane, I hope that I’m not boring you, but please let me explain.

A one eyed golden Rudolf, my daughter’s choice aged four, Treasured for more than thirty years, now, need I say more? Through the years I’ve travelled, collecting baubles along the way Some still pristine and shiny, others having seen their finest day.

My fingers stroke a San Fran tram car and a ballerina from New York I smile at a little Leprechaun, found I think in County Cork.

There’s Santas that are faded, a wreath holding plastic mouse

Clogs from Holland, bells from Vegas, and a door for our new house.

Yes, those Christmas dekkers tell a tale, of our family’s passing years We’ve had lots of happy times, but also shed some tears.

And now there are two named ones, a little girl and boy

Added to my treasure-trove, grandchildren the pride and joy.

The lights are twinkling on it, the branches full to the brim, Just one more thing I think it needs! Yes, tinsel for the trim.