Christmas Tree
Oh the Christmas tree
standing ever stout.
Hear the children’s glee
when they search you out.
In the wood you stand
evergreen crisp spice.
Branches stretch; expand
beauty to entice.
Atop star will shine
for shepherds to see.
Telling birth divine
guiding wise men three.
Oh the Christmas tree
with arms spread real wide.
Lovely sight you’ll be
when you’re brought inside.
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011
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