Another tree
The Christmas tree was well alight with gems,
And mystery hid beneath each shaded branch.
Where needles thick and sharp would now defend it,
From the eager grasp of little hands.
We gathered around, a family aglow,
There glittering magic filled our simple souls.
For we were young and surely could not know
That this would fade as we were growing old.
Yet crossing time there stands another tree,
With precious treasure only love could buy.
There He gave His life for you and me,
And shines for us in other children’s eyes.
So revived with the spirit of joy we came
To find delight in Christmas once again.
Mary Treveil,,
Ardrossan Roa