Sometimes it's the first one we pick up…sometimes it's the fourth or fifth…but when we find it…we mutually agree…for we always know when we have found our perfect Christmas tree.
And though we know it is a symbol of what this season is meant to be…for us it is also a once a year representation of what has become…our family tree.
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A beautiful poem with good images. Though I'm on my own now, so no tree for me I'm afraid.