The Ring (A Christmas Story) - Poem by Monica Engeler
It was the night before Christmas Eve,
And time to put the pine up in the living room.
My brother and I always took care of the tree.
But first the stem needed trimming.
Our space was almost 8 feet tall.
A few inches of bark desired cutting.
Now the tree was ready to be carried inside.
Pine needles and grass covered the ground.
It was a nice sloppy mess to clean up all right.
Alas the pine tree stood tall in the main room.
We gathered all the ornaments from storage,
And all of us garnished the tree very soon.
After the entire decor was done,
We lit the lights for a final sight.
How beautiful it looked standing alone?
Now we closed the room until Eve night.
Family customs prohibited any kind of view
The doors will reopen once again at five.
All day one smelled spicy baked pies
These treats are always special goodies.
One sensed great excitement inside.
It was five pm, and final sorting was underway.
The table ware was prearranged for dinner.
Then everybody dressed neat for the holiday.
Distantly a bell rang a Christmas song.
Saint Nick has arrived with all his essence.
The festivities were about to come along.
We all went to open the living room door.
A beautiful laced tree shined its glamour.
Happy smiles danced around the floor.
So many gifts lay under the Christmas tree.
Large and small boxes were arranged for three.
One small package lay near the holy cribs piece.
The tag on the package had no byname.
It was elegantly wrapped for someone.
How curious? A box set with no name.
Finally all the gifts were untied by the tree.
Only the small box lay near the manger
I took the item and realized it was for me.
Inside the packet was a very tiny object.
It was perfectly rounded, gold, and cunning.
I placed it on my finger till it wore correct.
The family crest crowned the display.
It was such a gracefully crafted jewel.
Everyone eyed at the gem in great praise.
This family ring was a gift of reflection.
The memories encircled are priceless.
How can one thank for such compassion?
Alas, the gift giving had come to a conclusion.
The lighted tree continued to shine for all to see.
It was Christmas and time to share ones appreciation.
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