Christmas Glow

Holiday Poems



She finally got  the tree with the bells

and angels and ornaments of glass. The muted

room made the spectacle larger than the painted

whte fake pine needle maker envisioned. In

the background could be heard the feint 

recognizable jingle of sleighbells.


All of six year's old, shyness a major

personality characteristic. Two eyes peered

into almost invisible crystal angel wings.

A reflection grew in round wide open eyes.

Here was where the definition of future

Christmases formed and stayed.


"Do you like the tree?" Pause.

"I never saw a white tree before."

She, all of five,had never encounted

a tree with fake white needles and

every color ornament and trim. The ones

she knew her life entire were green

and alive and stringed with








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