Visions Past

That heavy tinsel, special feel

So many lights, in sparkling view

Glass ornaments, hung neatly too

An angel perched, atop it all

Seen shining down, it did not fall

The tree was watered in its stand

It's special smell, came on so grand

Nativity, was always perched

In middle window, all would search

Side windows dressed with candlelight

I'd check the view, from sidewalk sight

All was right, this child felt sure

That special time, lived in his door

I thank you God, for visions past

Which come alive, to hold and grasp

written by Roger J. Robicheau

Source: theholidayspot.com

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