BLUE SPRUCE
With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.
Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.
When as a child I marveled at the sight
Of tinseled branches hung with colored fare.
Anticipating with each passing night,
The presents that Old Santa would leave there.
Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.
With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.
That is lovely. The prose conjured up images of Christmases Past. I enjoy the smell too. That and the aromas of cinnamon & nutmeg in the air always remind me of home. :)
ReplyDeleteNice! I can smell it now. Ours was always cedar, but I did buy a small spruce tree this year since we had never had one before.
ReplyDeleteI like it Pappy, it took me back to happy times when life moved at a slower pace.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't expect much, but whatever we did receive we were thankful for and it made us happy. Most of the fun was in anticipation of Santa coming down the chimney.
I enjoyed this. Yes the blue spruce stirs memories in my heart. Every so often I have to have a blue spruce for Christmas, but those are the years I decorate alone and with leathers on! Ouch!
ReplyDeleteMy Arizona firs are getting bigger and soon will fill in for the Blue Spruces. Softer blue.
So creative-I could smell the tree!
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