Christmas Anew
A strand of lights falls from my hands,
And, barren green the pine tree stands,
So brightly shines, on top, the star,
Surveys my little work thus far.
Yet, inch by inch each light does glow,
And, soon each branch, a shimmer show,
With every red and gold, and blue,
A transformation through and through.
Around, around and depths within,
And, soon bright ornaments will spin,
My bride and I, tonight will view,
To celebrate Christmas anew!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 5, 2019
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