The Christmas Tree

Each December Dad and I
Would search the countryside
To find that special Christmas tree...
We'd venture far and wide

 To find one not too short or tall,
And not too thin or fat
Ankle deep in snow we'd plod
In coat, and gloves, and hat.

Suddenly we'd spot "our" tree:
I'd say "Dad! Look right here!"
And proudly we would drag it home
A new memory every year!

Family times at Christmas
make great memories!

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