Family Tree
In every proud Victorian home
There was a tree ablaze in light
Bedecked with gold and garland strands
to celebrate on Christmas night.
Again in times close to our own
In every decent Christian home
A little creche gained in favor
to celebrate our infant savior.
The years speed past for you and me
I think back half a century
To when I was a tiny child
agog at my first Christmas tree.
Among the decorations there
Six small orbs of hand blown glass
From Mom and Dad’s first Christmas tree
They were a precious legacy.
That home is but a memory, true
From those six orbs we have lost two
From other hearths now trees arise
to sparkle in our children’s eyes.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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