The Christmas tree was real
That heavy tinsel, special feel So many lights, in sparkling view
Glass ornaments, hung neatly too An angel perched, atop it all
Seen shining down, it did not fall The tree was watered in its stand
It’s special smell, came on so grand Nativity, was always perched
In middle window, all would search Side windows dressed with candlelight
I‘d check the view, from sidewalk sight All was right, this child felt sure
A special time, lived in his door I thank you God, for visions past
Which come alive, to hold and grasp |