©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
One melancholy sight to see:
a brittle, barren Christmas tree.
The lights that twinkled are no more,
pine needles lie upon the floor,
the beads and balls have all come down,
and every branch droops to a frown.
Removed, it leaves an empty space,
but hope steps in and holds a place…
a lingering whiff of forest air,
a memory for all to share,
a sense of loved ones gathered there.
Sometimes I wonder why Christmas ever has to end, but then I remember that a big part of its magic is the fact that we only get to welcome it once a year. Anything that special is worth waiting for, and the season of Christ’s birth definitely qualifies. Happily, we are ALWAYS free to celebrate Him…all year long!
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