Ô
the
green
fir boughs!
That
fragrant
balsam scent
brings me back again.
Ornaments
hung with care,
silver, blue, and gold,
reflect a thousand twinkling lights.
Carols rising up
extol the heavenly host.
Their cheerful bells transport me.
Time falls away, and in joyous childhood memory, I am
home
once
more
Written for the December 2024 round of the The Bard's Hall Contest
Prompt: The poem must be formed into a "shape." It could be a Christmas tree, a snowman, a wreath, a candle, or any other appropriate shape to match the poem's content.
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