Late Christmas De-decorating

I was taking down my Christmas decorations in my room today..... I know it's really late for that but, I have been kind of busy and maybe a little lazy too. Anyways it reminded me of this poem my Grandma wrote so I decided to post it.

           Stephanee's Tree

I was wrapping each ornament carefully,
  As I removed them from the tree,
The sad face of a three year old
  Was staring up at me.
Mom, what are you doing?
   Santa may come back into town.
Anyway, that's my tree
   You can't just take it down!

If you put baby Jesus all alone in the box,
    He'll be so afraid,
                                                            I like him on the tabletop,
                                                                 In the stable that we made.
                                                            I stopped what I was doing,
                                                                 And we sat down on the floor,
                                                            She gave me a hug and I wiped a tear,
                                                                 Little one, there is so much more.

                                                            So began the episode,
                                                                 Of explaining time and place,
                                                            And I saw a smile begin to form,
                                                                  Upon her little face.
                                                            The figurines are just a reminder,
                                                                  Of an event long ago,
                                                            The birth of joy and happiness,
                                                                  And the truth that we love so.
                                                            The ornaments are just made of glass,
                                                                  Each special in it's own way,
                                                            The tree is decorated once a year,
                                                                  To celebrate a special day.
                                                       The real meaning is in showing that you care,
                                                                  And to others giving,
                                                            Making the world a brighter place,
                                                                  Each day that you are living.

                                                            Through each trial and conflict,
                                                                  You'll be given power to thrive,
                                                            Enjoying peace and happiness,
                                                                  Keeping hope ever alive.
                                                            Love is the root of your tree.
                                                                  Deep in the heart it is found,
                                                            Stephanee, this is your real tree,
                                                                  And we will never take it down!

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