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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