Traditions hold captive the place of our dreams
where hope and yearnings, past and present live
where we believe anything is true
when we gather once again to remember
what is was like when time stood still
Laughter and light bring comfort that streams
across candlelit tables filled with gifts to give
across miles and time with a different view
inside a gathering each December
beside the tree decorated on the hill
Tinsel and twinkling lights gleam
and old ways demand we relive
and we acknowledge all we knew
so to share traditions to each new member
of this family built on a foundation of good will
photo: mine
prompts: Life of a Writer
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