Grandchildren used to come after Thanksgiving
setting up and decorating our Christmas tree.
Our tree has lights already wound and entwined.
Decorations are memories of teacher gifts
given by students over the year // each one special.
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When I was young, we never had a Christmas Tree.
You see, we spent each Christmas with our relatives
who lived four hours away in a big snowy valley.
There, they all had beautifully decorated trees;
Some even had lighted candles that danced and bubbled
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Now most of the Grandchildren are grown and gone.
Only the two youngest ones came last year.
Funny how some things are only special to children
who still enjoy the rediscovery of each ornament
dug out of a big plastic tub that was stored in the garage.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today Dora was our host at d’Verse, and asked us to write a poem about an epiphany or pause in our Christmas comings and goings. It was to be something that creates a twist in our poem that takes the reader a different direction of thinking or reflection.
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I love Christmas and your poem!
Joanna
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Thank you Joanna! I do too. It such a wonderful time.
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Nicely done, Dwight. One of our granddaughters, now married and living in Kentucky, decorated Jackie’s trees from preschool days until she left for America about 4 years ago
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Such great memories! I am sure you miss them not being close to you.
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We do indeed. They do hope to return here.
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Many good memories from the tub of old Christmas treasures .. ππ
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Yes, lived year after year! Thank you Ivor.
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Beautifully written Dwight, I love christmas gonna put up some trees by the end of this month as well π
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It is such a fun season! Thank you Daphny!
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Thats true ππ
You’re most welcome π
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So true! Even my own childhood things interest me less today than they did. I have such fond memories of my attachments to them… but the objects themselves? Much less so.
β€
David
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I guess that is the normal cycle of growing up and moving on! Thanks David!
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Beautiful, Dwight.
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Thank you Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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I swear you must have gotten inside my head. I’ve been feeling your poem for the past couple of weeks. Thank you for expressing the feeling.
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Thank you Liz! I am so glad it resonated with you!!
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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Ah, the magical world of childhood! Beautiful poem, Dwight!
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Whimdical words indeed…life goes on….a very good read….
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Yes it does … with many memories!
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Ah, childhood! Beautiful, Dwight.
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Thank you very much!
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You are welcome.
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What are holidays if not for the young! They help us rediscover the magic of our own wonder at Christmas trees, lights, and I see that brightening epiphany softening the memories and anticipating the new. The last two lines put a cap on it all: those ornaments we’ve stuffed away in trash bags become objects of wonder again. Loved this poem, Dwight,
pax,
dora
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Thank you so much, Dora. I am glad you enjoyed my trip down memory lane.
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It’s wonderful that you can retrieve fond memories from your collection of ornaments. Beautiful thoughts, Dwight.
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Yes we have saved them for many years.
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Dwight, this tugs at my heartstrings, Eight decades of celebrating with children, grandchildren. Traditions, memories, so many of them. Thanks for writing this.
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Thank you, Helen. I am glad it connected with your memories as well. So many great memories!
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Such beautiful memories so well articulated Dwight!π
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Thank you so much!
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You’re so welcome!π
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What a beautiful poem that pulls at the heart strings. I’m happy to say I still haven’t lost my childlike love of the holidays, especially decorating the tree, and I hope I never do β€
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Thank you M.B. And neither have I. I love it every time it comes around. Glad it connected with you.
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Nice one!
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Thank you!
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Oh, I remember the wonder of Christmas decorations: it is truly magical when you are a kid π
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Yes, a still is when you are a kid at heart!
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I remember we used to go out in the woods to find a tree on the day before Christmas eve… then on the evening before Christmas eve we decorated it together… but somewhere along the way I have lost all interest for having a tree inside.
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Sounds like some great family memories!
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Your poem is lovely.
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Aw, this is so sweet…precious memories that are joy to revisit.
Your joy of Christmas shines through!
I love Christmas, too!
I have a lot of ornaments and coffee mugs from my teaching years. π
(((HUGS))) π
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Christmas is such a great time to celebrate memories and revisit joys past and present.
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Dwight, great poem filled with your memories from childhood and growing up.
All through the Christmas tree.
I still love the Christmas tree, refuse the plastic one, it has to smell of Forest.
It played a big role for us when I grew up and when I had children I continued
the same tradition even though we spent most with my parents.
Think we could all right short stories about these events and memories. ππ².
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam! You are right the artificial trees just don’t have that good fir tree smell. Christmas has a lot of great memorable traditions.
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