Time for Meeting the Bar in the dVerse Pub ~ Laura invites us to create an Etheree in the shape of a Christmas Tree!
ONE
BRIGHT MORN
AXE IN HAND
A FATHER LEADS
HIS SIX YOUNG CHILDREN
THROUGH A SNOW-CLAD FOREST
LAUGHTER FILLS THE FROSTY AIR
AS MITTENS POINT TO PERFECT PINES
TOGETHER THEY CHOOSE A PROUD SPRUCE TREE
ITS GREEN BOUGHS A PROMISE OF JOYS TO COME
FACES
AGLOW

Very Nice
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Beautiful remembrance, Helen.
ReplyDeleteDelightful, Helen!
ReplyDeleteHappy times!
ReplyDeleteYou have given us a beautiful holiday story, Helen.
ReplyDeleteI am not sure why I come up anonymous. Dwight
DeleteA beautiful spruce tree it is. Delightful Helen.
ReplyDelete"MITTENS POINT TO PERFECT PINES" so much nostalgia in that line Helen
ReplyDeleteI was there! What a delightful family time.
ReplyDeleteLove your Christmas tree and the memory of walking through the snow-clad forest. We're off to get our tree this morning but the forest won't be snow-clad.
ReplyDeleteYour poem and picture are very beautiful, Helen.
ReplyDelete"Faces aglow" - that sums it up! What a lot of faces around the table that night..."
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely memories, Helen! Love the picture. Merry, merry to you!❤️
ReplyDeleteA home doesn't have the Christmas feel unless it has a Christmas tree
ReplyDeleteSuch an effective image of that strong cultural activity. It must be a very bonding thing for a family to do together.
ReplyDeleteLovely photo, Helen. The lighting is perfect!
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