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Rascals Three and the Christmas Tree
The Christmas trees reminds me so
Of Christmases from long ago
Gazing up at the tree so tall
When I were a young girl so small.
Back in the day, when things were tight
For us no pretty sparkling lights
Little candles lit up the tree
Flickering away merrily.
The fairy placed on top, up high
Was joy for my sisters and I
Just a paper dolly was she
Prettiest thing upon the tree.
Made with crepe paper was her dress
Which on and off we'd oft' times fetch
By the time us three girls were through
An awful mess she would look too.
A peek in the crackers we’d sneak
Those on the tree placed nice and neat
Not nearly so neat was the tree
Devoured by the terrible three.
Pretty baubles hung on the tree
Pity they broke so easily
Their usage could have been prolonged
If three rascals hadn’t come along.
So many times the tree was found
Tumbled down when we'd been around
Before mum saw the disarray
The dreadful three had run away.
Copyright ©
Beryl Edmonds
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