Tradition Poem by Sandria Boroff

As before Christmas
we brought a fresh tree,
as we decorate them,
as pretty and colorful
as we can.
We loved to put some shiny stuff
to pop the color
and put some red carpet
under the Christmas tree
with some gifts.

Christ was born.
Time for Christmas time.
We hide our special gifts for them
And if they found them
They will open the gift
as the very last gift

Winter is done, -
we plant out tree in memory
of our first tree.