The Christmas tree was real
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
A special time, lived in his door

I thank you God, for visions past
Which come alive, to hold and grasp