Christmas Trees Poem by James McLain

There was snow on the air and rocks
floating up high none had trees
they grew up not this high.
My dad and I felt there pain treacherous
time a bad year.
He had wind in his sails as we set free
to ride to the bottom
and buy trees.
We for got our money dad says no problem
here out of his mouth comes this
biggest darndest gold tooth
I ever saw.
Loading them up as we then flew up the
mountain good time spreading joy
and trees for the new year.