The Christmas tree in beauty stands
With branches spread like open hands.
The gifts it gives more than imparts
The joy it shares with childish hearts.
It suddenly transforms a room
To one of joy instead of gloom,
Shining as though a magic wand
Had changed it all to fairyland.
The lights, the stars, the angel wings
Share in the pleasure that it brings.
Of all my gifts, I'd rather see
A great big shining Christmas tree.