A Christmas Tree For Mummy and Me

A photo of Mummy and me. That's how Christmas used to be Memories fill me with glee. On a beautiful, crispy winter's day We’d found our Christmas tree In midst of woods—on a carpet of snow. There it was All on its own. A perfect tree for Mummy and me, So we rushed it home through the falling snow. And behind closed doors—where it was warm inside, Our Christmas tree stood tall and wide. In our humble home, Filled with happiness and pride; Our Christmas tree with golden glitter and tinsel spray. I’ll never forget that wonderful day; As we danced around our Christmas tree. It was a perfect tree for Mummy and me!