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Christmas Tree


by Rachel A. Gold

First we trimmed the Christmas tree
The room grew full of light
And then it was so beautiful
So colorful and bright.

Then Mother said - "Now go to bed
Tomorrow we'll have fun!
Don't wake me up too early, for
My work must all be done!

You can get up at four o'clock
But till then quiet keep!"
So we retired, and pretty soon
At last we went to sleep

At four o'clock we all woke up
And roused her eagerly
And she got up, and then we all
Stood quickly round the tree.

How rich we felt with all our gifts
But Mother made it plain
Time till next Christmas was quite long
Before it came again.

Oh, Christmas Tree

Poetry by Rachel A Gold

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Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:40 EDT