A happy little Christmas tree

Stood bravely in the cold,

And prayed, to some nice family,

It one day would be sold

 

It dreamed of all the pretty lights

They'd string around its limbs,

And of the warm and quiet nights

They'd fill with Christmas hymns.

 

It pictured all the happy smiles

On each and every face,

And all the brightly colored piles

Of gifts around its base.

 

So every day the little tree

Would stretch its trunk up high,

And hold its limbs out gracefully

As people passed it by.

 

And many people loved the tree

And often told it so,

But most of them would later leave

With larger trees in tow.

 

With Christmas just a week away

The rush for trees was on,

They sold them faster every day

'til most of them were gone.

 

But not the little Christmas tree

It stayed upon the lot,

And when it closed on Christmas Eve

It still had not been bought.

 

With heavy heart and weary limbs

The tree began to weep,

And as the day grew cold and dim

It cried itself to sleep.

 

That night an angel passing by

Took pity on the tree,

And flew it swiftly though the sky

To find a family.

 

She left it by a poor man�s door

And knocked so he could hear,

She knew that he could not afford

A Christmas tree that year.

 

On Christmas Day the tree awoke

To loud and joyous noise,

It saw the smiles of happy folks

And laughing girls and boys.

 

Its limbs were draped with popcorn strings

And ribbons tied in bows,

And up on top with tinfoil wings

And angel proudly posed.

 

No treasure to be found on Earth

Could match the little tree's,

For none could be of greater worth

than love and family.

 

And way up high above the clouds

Where only angels roam,

A light was shining brighter now,

The tree had found a home.