The Christmas Tree

Flakes of snow were falling As we cut our Christmas tree. It was a Holiday tradition, Done ceremoniously. Every year about this time As Christmas came around; We'd hike up to the mountains And a gorgeous tree was found. We pulled it through the forest As we sang a Christmas song. An old family tradition; All the family came along. The horses would wait impatiently To take us homeward bound; Anxious to go back to the barn They pawed the snowy ground. The ride back home was enchanting As the moon and stars appeared; Laughter filled the nighttime sky; Christmas Day was getting near. And after all the decorations Were hung with special care; We'd gather round the tree so grand And in wonderment did stare. I shall always remember How it was such a thrill; Hunting the perfect Christmas tree; Memories I cherish still. Toni Britton The Calico's Mom  October 22, 2001 Thanks For Visiting