by Marianna Arolin

Created on: December 03, 2008

I'll Be A Real Christmas Tree

This pine forest has been my home
For so many lonely years.
I've watched the other saplings chosen,
And, yes if I could, I'd cry real tears.

I might not be the prettiest tree.
It seems to me, no one really cares.
I dream of a cozy sitting room.
Standing tall at the foot of the stairs.

You'll see, I could be glorious
If you'll only give me a try.
With lights and an angel on top,
I could attract every eye.

No need to pile on the presents.
Just a nicely wrapped box or two.
I promise to shine all through the season.
I'll light up your Christmas for you.

Over here-I'm over here-Yes oh yes.
You won't be sorry you picked me.
I'm going home, home for the holidays.
I'll be a real Christmas tree.

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