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Monday, January 15, 2007

Kiddie/Kitty/Tree/whatever Carol: The Perfect Tree

A good friend of mine has graciously agreed to let me post her wonderful, often hilarious and typically cat-oriented Christmas Carols. (She's a cat person, so cats often are the source of her humor and writing.)
I will be finishing up posting her carols through the rest of this week as the holiday season winds down and the time of Janus pondering approaches.
Please do not copy or use her stuff without permission. And she would love to hear any feedback about her carols. (You can send any feedback to me, if you don't have Blogger permissions to comment this blog, at cganders1@yahoo.com.)
Here's the next one! Only one more to go and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog. Tree carol, rather than kitty carol this time. (I like the 'toes are frozen' part, myself.) With the weather we are currently having in the Pacific Northwest, uncharacteristically ice and snow bound, it fits...though the folks in the midwest have it worse, I think.)
Enjoy!

The Perfect Tree
(to “We Three Kings”)

Out we go in search of a tree.
Fit to deck for all to see.
Up the hills and down the valleys.
Seeking our Christmas tree.

O‑oh tree of wonder, tree of light.
Hung with shining tinsel bright.
Onward searching, ever seeking.
Hunting for the perfect tree.


On we search through deepening snow.
Toes are frozen, still on we go.
Here’s a tree, it looks so lovely‑‑It’s
lopsided, on we go.

chorus

Slipping, sliding, onward we seek.
Through the gathering gloom yet we peek.
There it is, at last we’ve found it.
This is the perfect tree.

chorus

Now at last our perfect tree’s home.
No more searching out will we roam.
String the lights and hang the candy‑canes.
Christmas too soon is flown.

chorus

Stand we now, admiring our tree.
Beauty there for all to see.
Still the best was wandering, searching,
seeking the perfect tree!

chorus

Rachelle Coe

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