"The Magical Christmas Tree" 
                                (A celebration of love) 
                                         
                                      By C. Wayne Lammers 
                                    

In a far away place, at the top of the world 
Hid away, so that no one can see 
Away from the troubles, away from the trials 
Stands a Magical Christmas Tree 

It remembers quite clearly the things that have been 
And has hope for what yet is to be, 
And the state of it's glory depends upon love 
And the actions of both you and me 

The snow on the ground, all around it, is made 
Of the pure thoughts of children, I'm told, 
It comes from the time of an innocent mind, 
Undisturbed by the thoughts of the old 

The branches are garnished with ropes of pure gold 
They're the bonds of the justice of men 
And each man must guard, in his own special way, 
To see they're not tattered, or thin 

The ornaments hung are a splendid display 
And add quite a lot to the tree 
Each one is a kindness, done straight from the heart, 
May they never diminish or flee 

Each light is a thought about Jesus 
Not too big, just a faint little spark, 
Yet without them, the beauty of this Christmas Tree 
Would be hidden, alone, in the dark 

Of course there are presents, they represent help 
The incumbents of all our good deeds 
For without any presents to give to someone 
What use would there be of the tree? 

The star of the Wise Men burns brightly on top 
In the place of all honor, and then, 
Gives out with the light of the Christ Child, who died, 
For all of our misery and sin 

And what purpose this tree you may ask, rightly so, 
If it's hidden so no one can see 
Why go to the trouble to be there at all 
With all of it's glory and sheen? 

It was started a long time ago on the night 
Of our Dear Savior Jesus' birth, 
And that fact alone should then tell you 
A fraction of what it is worth 

At a time when the world was rejoicing and bright, 
And all of God's people were glad, 
The Angels perceived, on that first Christmas Eve, 
That our Lord was dejected, and sad 

They saw that the giving of presents fir all 
Of the world, that night had begun, 
With the finest of all Christmas presents 
When the Lord gave us Jesus, His Son 

And they knew of his sadness, and what it had cost 
To send Jesus for you and for me 
And they wanted to show what His love had begun 
So they made him a Magical Tree 

And they dressed it with all of the good things they found 
So the Lord would know his sacrifice 
Would be worth all the pain and the trouble 
For paying that terrible price 

Each Christmas the Angels assemble in flight 
To sing of the wonders of old 
And show to the Lord what the gift of His Son 
Has meant to the world, as a whole 

After Christmas, the treasures that brighten the tree 
Are removed by the Angels, and then, 
They are placed in a box until Judgment 
They can never be used there again 

So try to remember, throughout all the year, 
Whatever your problems or spite, 
The good things you're doing for everyone now 
Will light up the tree, Christmas Night 

Each little thing is a present to God 
And just think what a Christmas It'd be 
Of one year God had a present 
From everyone, that He could see 

Then maybe He'd think it was worth it 
His work here on earth would be done 
And perhaps it would help Him think fondly 
Of the night that He gave us His Son