Family Tree Poem by John F. McCullagh

In every proud Victorian home

There was a tree ablaze in light

Bedecked with gold and garland strands

to celebrate on Christmas night.



Again in times close to our own

In every decent Christian home

A little creche gained in favor

to celebrate our infant savior.



The years speed past for you and me

I think back half a century

To when I was a tiny child

agog at my first Christmas tree.



Among the decorations there

Six small orbs of hand blown glass

From Mom and Dad’s first Christmas tree

They were a precious legacy.



That home is but a memory, true

From those six orbs we have lost two

From other hearths now trees arise

to sparkle in our children’s eyes.