Like Strands of Shining Tinsel
Like strands of shining tinsel,
Hope will ever weave
Through his sorrow, who remembers
Candles Christmas Eve.
His tongue will not grow bitter
Who learns in youth the glory
Of the old sweet Christmas carols
And the manger story.
Nor love and faith quite vanish
For one with memories
Of dreams come true on laden,
Star-tipped Christmas trees.
So fill the house with fragrance
Of cedar boughs with laughter--
These are gifts a child heart
Will keep forever after.
~Ethel Romig Fuller
Kitchen Sonnets
Sigh. The wonderful image you chose and the thoughtful words could not be better paired. Happy December, Marilyn!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love to hear and to sing traditional Christmas hymns. A poem full of lovely images of the season.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sonnet -- and I also like how "vintage" the photo looks!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, thanks for sharing the sonnet Marilyn.
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