The Christmas tree was real
That heavy tinsel, special feel
So many lights, in sparkling view
Glass ornaments, hung neatly too
An angel perched, atop it all
Seen shining down, it did not fall
The tree was watered in its stand
It’s special smell, came on so grand
Nativity, was always perched
In middle window, all would search
Side windows dressed with candlelight
I’d check the view, from sidewalk sight
All was right, this child felt sure
That special time, lived in his door
I thank you God, for visions past
Which come alive, to hold and grasp
– – – written by Roger J. Robicheau
