Helen Marsh Flittner
Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, what wondrous magic
dost Thou hold for me?
Is it anything like the years that used to be,
that live on in my memory?
Do your branches hide a lump of coal 'cause I don't
deserve any better?
I remember I didn't give a good behavior report in my
last Santa Claus letter!
Do the strings of shiny tinsel represent the silver
tracks of a very much wanted electric train?
Or the glittering bindings of an encyclopedia to
sharpen the actions of my "fertile" brain?
Do the flashing lights announce the arrival of a life-