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An angel sits a top our tree
With a dress aglow with lights.
She holds two candles in her hands
As she watches over our nights.

Early in the month of December
We begin to earnestly decorate.
Our celebrating starts out early
And continues on until late.

As the tree is set with ornaments
And everything begins to glow,
The room is adrift with subtle light
And our memories begin to flow.

© Copyright 2000 by Jean E. Gorney