CHRISTMAS DANCE
My tree sits silently, whispers ov color blue.
Nightly looking out thru, peeking out behind each branch.
Ornaments that wish to enhance, memories ov once what was true.
Whispering to a tune, shadows that want to dance.
Beautiful for the romance, flickering the tinsel too.
Ribbons that reflect the blue, weaving about as if for a chance.
Forever will be the dance, reflections ov Christmas past.