Coloured lights and tinsel.
Hang from almost every branch.
Card with little jingles.
Also make their stance.
An angel stands on the top.
Looks down with peace and good will.
The tree is almost ready now.
To stand by the window sill.
14 Nov 1978
the year my last child was born, my daugther was born 9-14-78 so this christmas was her first. a great piece of poetry my friend.
I was nine years old in 1978 and this takes me right back there, brilliant words David Love duncan X
Ah yes, a very sweet Christmas poem, I love beautiful Christmas poems.-------Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
memory lane.......78 was great.....year I gradgitated (spelt wrong on purpose this time: O) ...don't know how I did it....thanks again for the memories