When you are FINALLY all done with the tree,
and the late afternoon sun is streaming through the french doors,
and the star has a permanent lean,
and to you it couldn't be any more beautiful....
You say quietly to yourself,
Now we can have a merry Christmas.
There's just something about the Christmas tree that is magical.
It glows with a surreal light,
It smells like, well, a Christmas tree.
It's what you put the gifts under,
It's where the grand babies gather
to find their pictures,
to find their gifts.
It's where our family gathers on Christmas Day
to share stories of Christmases past,
to laugh,
to open gifts,
to ew & aw,
to share the love of family.
For me putting up the tree is a walk down memory lane.
Every ornament is a remembrance,
of people,
trips,
students I taught,
friends from my time in Atlanta,
David and Amanda when they were growing up,
the grand children when they were little.
Emotions always run high when I open the ornament boxes.
We welcome little Walter around our tree this year.
Isn't it so sweet that he will hear the story of Jesus' birth!
And, I need to get his picture on the tree.
Oh Christmas tree I love you!!
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