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Mama's Christmas Tree

My mama's Christmas tree isn't the best Christmas tree.

Its six feet tall, as tall as me!

 

When i look in the corner i see the small tree.

With its shiny white star it screams "hey look at me!"

 

With its ruby red balls and its dancing green lights its beautiful color takes over the night.

The nut cracker waits at the top of the tree wondering where the walnuts could be.

 

The ginger bread man dangles for dear life.

"Hang in there!" screams Gingerbread's wife.

 

The jingle bells jangle.

The candy canes dangle.

The tree starts to fall down in which we re-angle.

 

Mama's tree isn't the best Christmas tree.

But my Mama's tree is the best to me.

 

 

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