Wednesday, November 12, 2014

The Christmas TreeπŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ»πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ»

Snow is falling all around
Silently, it hits the ground.

All the trees are
Heavy with snow

Christmas is coming
So, up the hill, we must go.

In the distance, I spy my tree
While others say, 'Please pick me.'

The tree makes an Echo sound,
As it falls to the ground.

Carefully wrapped in rope
As I pull it down the slope.

Atop my car, it does ride
Until I can put it safely inside.

Not too close to the fireplace, it
will reside.

Santa will be surprised
And will scream with delight

As down the chimney, he comes
No longer, covered in white.

The tree will sparkle and shine.
As Santa leaves all those
πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ»πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ»
Presents of mine.

Santa climbs into his sleigh.
As he disappears into the night

I heard him exclaim
Merry Christmas
To all
πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ»πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ»

Was out of sight!!!!!

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