Collectors Heart

David hummed a carol while snow chilled the night, as Dan carried the tree through the soft silver light. They fix up the branches, all prickly and green, shaking off snowflakes that sparkle and gleam. Tinsel like stardust winds round every limb, Baubles shine brightly as carols grow dim. Gifts nestle neatly beneath in a row, Wrapped up with dreams of the drops yet to go. The tree glows warmly for all to see, A Christmas of stories for all who collect with glee.