As I hung the ornaments
On the Christmas tree
I pondered if they are to keep
When I no longer have this tree
Tenderly I held each piece
Like a treasure which is dear
For each of them has a story
That triggers my fondest memories
Of someone dear, far or near
Long gone or is still here
Whether the ornament is large or small
Whether its look is worn or new
Whether it is fragile or strong
Whether it is made of paper or wood
Or metal or cloth or plant
Each piece brings a comfort
I do not wish to let go
I want to tell the stories
Of the memories
The ornamental pieces endear
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