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The Little Christmas Tree I’m a little Christmas tree Wanting presents under me I would guard each tiny toy For the little children’s joy Since my limbs still touch the snow I shall have to really grow Then someday they’ll cut me down And take me to a cozy town Here and there the snow has bumps Where it’s covered all the stumps Of my friends and family, Now they’re where I want to be I can see them very well In the homes where Christians dwell Giving houses cheerful glows Working with the mistletoes I look forward to the time When I will be in my prime I shall be the brightest tree Anyone will ever see I use each and every root To grow yearly by a foot I see as the years fly past I am growing pretty fast Now a decade has gone by And it’s almost time to die Axemen come to cut me down Then they’ll take me off to town Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop! I’m the last tree of the crop Soon I lay upon my side And they take me for a ride Christmas is a time to give And I give my right to live But I think it’s all worth while If I bring a happy smile I am driven to a store Where they stand me on the floor People shopping here and there Eyes are on me everywhere People now are rather swift In their rush to buy a gift Someone may soon see me As their perfect Christmas tree I’m not sure about my fate But I simply cannot wait To be made up nice and bright For a family’s home tonight Sure enough I soon am bought- To a cheery home I’m brought And the kids say they are blest With a place for gifts to rest Christmas lights are put in place I feel like I’m full of grace I’m no longer just a pine Now I’m something quite divine They call people here to see Their pretty little Christmas tree I feel like I am their friend And their love for me won’t end After opening their gifts Interest in me quickly shifts Now I’m shocked to find that they Throw me out on Christmas day In the gutter you will see An unhappy Christmas tree Here I’m lying, crushed and sad How could things turn out so bad? Two weeks service have I filled For what reason was I killed? Why can’t Christmas season last How could glory fade so fast? AMW October 27, 1997 |
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