Trimming the Tree

By Arlet Osnes Vollers

I hang the strands of tinsel

With care upon the tree,

For there in each is captured

A tender memory.

The tiny elves, the reindeer,

Each fragile ball or toy,

The angel, and the star on top

Recall a time of joy.

Each time these happy moments

Bring thoughts of those so dear;

Each tree’s a shining jewel

To treasure year by year.

Photo by Eldon K. Linschoten