Wonder
Wonder…
Silver, red and tinsel gold
Pine and popcorn mix
Tiny lights of colors different
Hanging trinkets of old
Drums and bears and little Santas
Her little hand has to touch
Ceiling high above its top
Tree top empty but never bare
He holds her up
To get her closer
In hopes she will reach what hangs in air
And no one else may know what’s up
Or maybe their too busy to concern themselves with
With the angel
High above them.
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