I made a little nut tree,
my children four to share.
Each Advent day, from it,
a hallmark did appear.
There was such excitement,
the guessing, it lit a spark.
All for the sake of,
Christmas Day to hark.
Yarn tied each walnut tightly.
What could the bauble be?
Tradition spun around the fun,
happy days for me.
Slowly, grand anticipation slipped,
new lives were off and running.
A game as such takes lambs, of course,
just to keep it drumming.
Blink, new babes enter the scene.
Lo and behold,
that nut tree is a time machine!
my children four to share.
Each Advent day, from it,
a hallmark did appear.
There was such excitement,
the guessing, it lit a spark.
All for the sake of,
Christmas Day to hark.
Yarn tied each walnut tightly.
What could the bauble be?
Tradition spun around the fun,
happy days for me.
Slowly, grand anticipation slipped,
new lives were off and running.
A game as such takes lambs, of course,
just to keep it drumming.
Blink, new babes enter the scene.
Lo and behold,
that nut tree is a time machine!
I happily resuscitated the Advent nut tree (that I originally made some 35 years ago) for daughter #2 and her family to use. As I did so, I felt a zephyr of Christmas spirit warm my heart. I love that the excitement of the nightly guessing, as to what is inside each nut, lives on. (April, do not look at the following pictures. It would give you an unfair advantage.)
t.t.f.n. ~ Carol
I was hoping you would post about the nut tree! Love it so much!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jen. I had forgotten that you had seen it in action.
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