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!
This is simply beautiful, Marilyn. Brings memories and makes me anticipate those to come.
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