Oh Christmas tree we put you up,
with lots of sparkle, and loven dust.
You stand so tall, we feel so small,
that the gifts will come in you we trust.
The children have been jolly and so good,
and done their chores like they should.
The long socks are full and so is the list,
parents up til 3, to check nothing is missed.
Woke to the sound of happiness, at 4 in the morning,
kids excited running, jumping, laughing and smiling..
Now tearing the wrapping off, to get to their new toy,
Oh 'Christmas tree' thank you, you bring such joy.
Shhhhhh.......don't let the children know it's really Mum and Dad...... Nice poem, Dave. Love, Fran the fan xxx
That's what it's all about Dave, and we wouldn't have it any other way, Merry Christmas Love Lynda xx
Ah the joyous sounds of gifts under the tree, very nice Dave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mom and Dad built in Santas, sounds like lot of fun here at Christmas. My favourite time of year David, lovely poem.--Melvina--