Christmas Tree
Trimming
I hear her hum,
To her favorite
Christmas music,
The barefoot girl
I’ve known and knew,
Still on tiptoe
reaching to place that ornament,
Until she says
(with me reading in the other room),
“Could you help me
put this one up there?”
“Right there; no
there”,
I strung the
lights earlier,
That’s my thing,
Until I say, “I’m
done”,
She giggles, and
says, “Really?”
And, I in a huff,
Gruffly finish the
job I know I can do right,
As she softly
tiptoes out of sight,
That’s right,
Done, now,
She smiles at the
corner of the room,
Yes, done,
Once more,
And, later
tonight,
We’ll sit and
spoon,
Gaze upon the
tree,
Pour over every
memory,
Add a Christmas
kiss or two,
And, bask in the
glow,
Of Christmas,
Anew!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
December 1, 2018
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