I’ve always thought it strange to sing a ballad to a tree.
You know the one, don’t you, about the fir forever green?
We hear it playing in the stores while we’re Christmas shopping.
We hum along to its tune in movies that we’re watching.
As it’s sung, sweet voices raise with fervor and great passion
For the object of their joy and holiday affection.
Friends, families, strangers even, the tree they gather ’round
As hand-in-hand, they sway in sync to music’s mellow sound.
I see these scenes and wonder “Who on earth does this so?
It’s a tree, for heaven’s sake, not a sacred shrine — although…’
I do love my Christmas tree. It’s first to bedeck my halls.
I love to see the twinkling lights drape branches stretched so tall.
Its smell wafts through the air and prompts frequent inhalations
Made with eyes closed up tight – Oh, the mem’ries it emblazons!
Its beauty, natural and God-made, is cheerfully adorned
With ribbons, stars of gold and red, and strings of air-popped corn.
Oh, how could I have Christmas if I did not have my tree!
For more than decoration this fir tree is to me.
This evergreen reminds me of a life everlasting.
Hope springs from its branches and the shadows it is casting.
For one day, the One whose birth we joyously celebrate
Did give His life upon a tree for you and me to save.
The precious gift of Christmas gave His life for all the world
So we could live forever in the presence of the Lord.
Yes! I love my Christmas tree; to its sign of hope, I’ll cling.
I’ll praise God for its message and for all the SMILES it brings!
Just don’t expect me to hold hands in a circle around the thing and sing to it!
It seriously ain’t happenin’. 😉