The Happy Little Christmas Tree
written by: Bob Lazzar-Atwood
A happy little Christmas tree
Stood proudly in the cold,
And prayed to some nice family
It someday would be sold.
It dreamed of all the pretty lights
They’d string upon its limbs,
And of the warm and quiet nights
They’d fill with Christmas hymns.
It pictured all the happy smiles
On each and every face,
And all the brightly colored piles
Of gifts around its base.
But most of all it longed to feel
The love that Christmas brings,
The kind that helps the heart to heal
And makes the angels sing.
So every day the little tree
Would stretch its trunk up high,
And hold its limbs out gracefully
As people passed it by.
Now many families loved the tree
And stopped to say hello,
But most of them would later leave
With larger trees in tow.
With Christmas now just days away
The rush for trees was on,
They sold them faster every day
‘Til most of them were gone.
But not the little Christmas tree,
It stayed upon the lot,
And when they closed on Christmas Eve
It still had not been bought.
With heavy heart and weary limbs
The tree began to weep,
And as the day grew cold and dim
It cried itself to sleep.
That night an angel passing by
Took pity on the tree,
And flew it swiftly through the sky
To find a family.
She left it by a poor man’s door
And knocked so he would hear,
She knew that he could not afford
A Christmas tree that year.
On Christmas Day the tree awoke
To loud and joyous noise,
It saw the smiles of happy folks
And laughing girls and boys.
Its limbs were draped with popcorn strings
And ribbons tied in bows,
While up on top with tinfoil wings
An angel proudly posed.
No treasure to be found on Earth
Could match the little tree’s,
For none could be of greater worth
Than Love and Family.
And somewhere high above the clouds
Where only angels roam,
A light was shining brighter now,
The tree had found a home.
- The Happy Little Christmas Tree - December 21, 2024
- One Dark and Dismal Christmas - December 16, 2023
