Our Christmas tree, stood straight and tall,
We had it standing in the hall,
With decorations, sparkling bright,
And baubles, glittering in the light,
Rich tinsel laced around branches wide,
With bells and bows, that could be spied
Hiding among the dark green pine,
In silver and gold, boldly they did shine,
And at the very top, such a wondrous sight,
A star was placed there, which gave delight.
The whole effect so pleasured the eye.
We planted it outside, now it's 18 feet high.
This year it will once again, be a thrill,
Hung with big coloured lights, in the crisp winter chill.
© Ernestine Northover
Beautifully written, a crisp tale of wonder indeed, lovely Ernestine like so many of your works, Love duncan
christmas tree always reminded me of the good i had with late dad shopping for things to hand on it. thanks for the good poem.
a poem about a rhyming xmas tree you are good at it why not Warm regards AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wondeful and so nice one i seen this wow so nice