Trimming the Tree

By Arlet Osnes Vollers

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    I hang the strands of tinsel

    With care upon the tree,

    For there in each is captured

    A tender memory.

    The tiny elves, the reindeer,

    Each fragile ball or toy,

    The angel, and the star on top

    Recall a time of joy.

    Each time these happy moments

    Bring thoughts of those so dear;

    Each tree’s a shining jewel

    To treasure year by year.

    Photo by Eldon K. Linschoten