Christmas Tree lyrics

Long, long ago in winter's cold

A tall fir stood, years it saw

Limbs missing, spots bared

Worn by the passage of time

The toughts of summer last

Came to fruition near yuletide

With saw and axe conclusion

Toppled from lofty heights

Atop this grand evergreen

An acme of angelic desire

Beauty amidst the barren

Hewn, a christmas tress

Some might say scraggly

Cutting scraps, drilling holes

Limbs affixed to fill it full

A proper tree, angelic roost

Filling the room, its scent

Adorned in extravagance

Enduring in life and hope

Alit are tomorrow's promises