O, Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
How richly God has decked thee
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
How richly God has decked thee
Thou bidst us true and faithful be,
And trust in God unchangingly
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
How richly God has decked thee.

Doesn't she look wonderfully toasty next to the fireplace? She whispered in my ear that she wants to stay with me for Christmas and forever, but I convinced her it's a big world out there, and she might want to see it. I hope she will bless someone else this Christmas. If not, she's got a place by my fire. Ummm...she's got a skirt. Get it? A "tree skirt"???? Ha, Ha, hee, hee. I'm tired.