All is quiet, except the birds on a snowy December morn This family's in a bustle preparing for the day Christ was born. All bundled up, and excited ready to trudge through the snow father leads the excursion with his two young children in tow. He carries an axe on his shoulder while Billy, and Kim frolic with glee Before the day is over they'll have found the perfect tree. Far into the woods they travel singing songs along the way Daydreaming of glorious presents they'll receive on Christmas day. Kim wants a doll house where, for hours she can play Creating a world of fantasy that only she can portray. Billy wants a fire truck with a siren...and big, bright lights so he can be a fireman rescuing folks with all his might. They can almost smell the turkey maybe a ham, all covered with glaze Mounds of dressing, and vegetables Oh my! Just a few more days. As father watches his youngsters a smile appears so wide He's thankful for the happy times and treasures them with pride. Finally, by mid-morning they come to a group of trees and after choosing the finest father swings his axe with ease. While he carefully carries their trophy through the snow, and bitter cold the children delight in imagining it decorated with silver, and gold. They'll trim it with stringed popcorn on top, they'll place a star its' glow will be magnificent guiding Santa from afar. Once at home, their mother calls out with a smile upon her face "A masterpiece! Do bring it in Is the corner a suitable place?" They all agree...the corner it is and the corner it shall stay till the Christmas season is over then they'll throw the tree away.
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