Things that put me in the Christmas Spirit |
My Christmas Spirit The ornaments that I hang upon my tree today Hold much wonderment of the season for me With each bauble unwrapped from newspapers aged My heart sings of memories pleasant and cherished The wooden apple carved once out of love Now worn and smooth, I polish to reignite the shine A treasured family heirloom, it offers connection to my past There are the ornaments of my childhood passed down Plastic creations of the 50's and 60's represent simpler times Classic and refined trimmings spawned from another era As I unpeel the paper around the blue silver bell, so shiny A dainty bell once warmed by the hand's of my mother Allows me to touch the heavens if only for a moment There are the traditional ornaments from the birth of each child Or the numerical countdown of their birthdays given by well-wishers I drape them upon the twigs of fir in graceful display Tenderly revisiting the infancy of each child, that is no longer The ornaments crafted by my kids are much the worse for wear An eyesore for some, bear a place of honor upon my tree As I picture again, the love and pride with which they were presented My tree holds no resemblance to the magazine pageantry My tree is a regal arrangement of the true Christmas Spirit Adorned and blessed with a legacy of family life |