The Wish Of The Little Blue Spruce - Poem by Saint Eule
All the other trees had shed their leaves
and already quietly gone to bed.
Except a little blue spruce still waiting
for the snow to fall upon its head.
The little spruce tree stayed to hear the kids laughter
and see them open all the gifts after.
Always invited inside to take part in the holiday fun;
the little blue spruce with its blue coat on.
The decorations place around and under its arms,
sometime it will tickle with all the lights and charms.
Its circled about with garland making it want to dance,
Oh glory! look at all the presents underneath its pants.
The little blue spruce made a wish upon the star on its head again,
wishing the holiday of peace and joy would never come to an end.
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