The Christmas tree stood in the corner
with the usual decorations. Nothing special.
It had the lights and the angels and the other
lovely homey things I had had for years.
“Getting worn looking” I thought.
Then my daughter came home from Grandma’s.
The first thing she saw was the Christmas tree
in the corner. She turned and looked in awe at
that worn tree.
The look of wonderment on her face was itself
lovely to see. But the sparkle in her eyes,
was as bright as the lights on the tree. Her
little blonde head tilted all the way up to see
the lighted star at the top of the tree.
Her smile was one of sweetness and joy
and the innocence of a child feeling the
wonderment of a Christmas tree and
the feeling a child has of Christmas.
I turned and looked at the tree once again
and I saw the tree through her eyes. How
could I have ever thought it was nothing less
than wonderment?