ode to christmas tree

as i lay beneath you
the scent of pine is sweet and deep
the lights twinkle off the glass of years gone by
no dazzle, no tinsel, no new-fangled gizmo
can reflect the light as do the colored glass
of days gone by
my great grandmother, matriarch of our clan
long gone since I was eight, but alive
in the hearts and souls of her girl children
first, second, third
and then fourth and fifth generations
cannot resist the draw of the sparkling light
reflected upon your balls of light
passed down when  you passed on
but never forgotten or trivialized
orbs of gold, green, red and blue
reflect not just light, but hope and love and faith
of purpose given at birth
of purpose found in life
of purpose for all
To believe, have faith, and most of all
Believe.

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