The Christmas Tree
The Christmas tree
It stands in a huge flower pot
For the whole year round
Every time, whenever I cross it
I can feel the joy and thrill a bit
It always effuses a joyful thought
How since childhood sharing it has taught
Hence for the whole year planning goes on
What gifts I will hang on it, when the Lord’s born
pairs of socks ,stars and chocolate bars
Pens, pencils, notebooks and fairy tales
So that all can thank Santa who never fails
Never fails to brighten each home
Even if ,through out the year, He has to roam.
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