A Child's Heart

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.

~Kitchen Sonnets by Ethel Romig Fuller 

What gifts of your child heart remembers

the laughter and the tears

of Christmas memories from the past?

Remember and treasure your memories.

Hold them close and share your stories.

sending a hug from me to you!