Our tattered angel has been on our tree,
since back in nineteen sixty-three.
The kids were small when we placed her there,
now our tattered angel has tattered hair.
Now she also has these tattered wings,
but fond memories our tattered angel brings.
Her gown is no longer pearly white,
but our tattered angel makes Christmas bright.
Her face still has that lovely glow,
and atop our tree she will always go.
Our tattered angel is old and worn,
but our Christmas tree she must adorn.
After Christmas we'll pack her in a case,
and store her away in some safe place.
Our tattered angel will go up next year,
and bring back those memories we hold so dear.
Copyright © 2002 Roy and Jo Ann Lovelace. All Rights Reserved.
