When first you hear
A seasonal
refrain
You know
its time
To climb
the ladder again
Up to the
attic
Amongst the
dust
To find the
box
That is a
must.
Where your
heart will lift
At its very
sight
And when in
hand
You’ll grip
it tight
Such is its
precious nature
A box of
magic
Of which
its loss
Would be so
tragic
For so
special are
The boxes contents
Because
this box
Contains
the ornaments
That will
grace the tree
And each
trinket and angel
Every bell
and bauble
Has a
special tale to tell
For every
ornament
That hangs
upon the tree
Holds its
own
Christmas
memory
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