Blessed Christmas Tree
This Christmas tree
stands and shines free,
until long late night,
when cheerful people
watch sky garlands
dancing to Bing Crosby.
They're the Northern Lights
jiggling really high,
along with church bells,
while candy canes I sell.
Oh, hot chocolate smell!
Indeed, for you I pray,
now I ride this sleigh
at this icy, tiny square.
Skating seems fair,
love unboxing's in the air,
what else can we ask for?
Bring it, Santa, bring peace
or bring our Savior,
the Greatest, with Mary, our sis'.
He's our Christmas core
make it, make it possible, please.
