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Decorating her first
real Christmas Tree
My two year old
second daughter
Kept chanting in a
sing song voice
of wondering worship
"Shiny, Shiny, Shiny"
As she put the tinsel
On the lower branches
As high as she could reach
Two days later
Standing in the dining room
Listening to music
wandering in my mind
trying to find answers
to my everyday questions
I notice for the first time
In the diffused light
From the partly open kitchen
That the tinsel on the tree
Really is shiny
And as I stare at it
The light begins to glow
Leaping out at me
In its brightness
© 1975 E. E. Winterbottom
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