I'll Give Them All To You To Hold

look  the spangles

that sleep all the year in a dark box

dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,

the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms

and i'll give them all to you to hold

every finger shall have its ring

and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed

you'll stand in the window for everyone to see

and how they'll stare!

oh but you'll be very proud

(from little tree  by ee cummings)

My tree is up and ornaments adorn every branch.  

Each one holds a special memory.

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