Old Fashioned Christmas Tree

Trudging through the falling snow
To find the Perfect Tree.
Oh what fun that used to be
For the Family

Drag it home upon a sled
Mount it on a stand
Feeling very sure indeed
'Twas the grandest in the land!

Cut a branch from over here
Tie it over there
It must have the perfect shape
Not one spot to be bare.

Pop some corn, and one by one
Thread it on a string
It will make a lovely place
For the gifts Santa will bring.

Cutting out the snow flakes
Angels and Christmas Bells,
Singing Silent Night and ...
The First Noel.

Make another garland
of paper strips colored bright,
Oh my, to a childs eye
It was a wondrous sight!

See the little marshmallows
Floating in our cup..
Wouldn't take us long at all
To drink that cocoa up.
Now for the very final touch
We clapped our hands in glee
As Daddy placed our Star of foil
On top of our Christmas Tree.

We didn't have electric lights
Or store bought decorations
But memories of our home made trim
Are shared through the generations.

© Sharon Langan

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