Christmas Tree

Christmas Tree

The Christmas Tree, a Spruce from forests green,
Brought home, and decked with baubles and with lights,
Placed near the hearth, by all with wonder seen,
Will bring a glow to dark and frosty nights.

As festive custom, now and in the past,
We trim the tree with garlands all around,
The treasured tokens, made and kept to last,
With sweet delight by youngest child are found.

Beneath its boughs lie gifts in bright array,
All wrapped with love by dearest of our kin,
In fond anticipation of the day
When eager hands reveal the joys within.

As Nature's gift adorns our homes each year,
Give thanks for all the beauty, love and cheer.

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