In a place of cold
Stood a man of old
Who offered an evergreen tree.
It wasn’t large or small
About six foot tall
So I took it home with me.
My family there
They stood with stare
But there hearts were filled with glee.
A box was found
With decorations abound
I sat my youngest upon my knee.
We decorated the fur
And I must confer
It looked pretty good to me.
With ball and bell
Tinsel and light
With an angel on to yah see.
Well we prayed a prayer
And I do declare
We that god for our Christmas tree
Author notes
tis the season to write
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