Christmas Tree
I
love
these trees
of Christmases
with bulbs of lights
so bright. Tinsel glitters
on each
branch sparkling
in the night. Presents soon
will find their way under the Christmas
tree. How much love there is that grows inside
of thee. The children soon will gather round to see
what Santa did bring,
And then we shall all hold
hands and of baby Jesus we will
sing. How I love this Christmas tree
that stands tall until the New Year arrives.
And then at that time we take her down and put
the bulbs
aside. Oh
I love my
tree of fir
and cones.
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