The little fir grew all through the summer
enjoying the hot lazy days while it could
it saw many changes over the weeks and months
as autumn passed away the land cooled down

Then came the snows of winter, a blizzard or two
the snow lay heaped around the little firs roots
It will soon be time for the loggers to come
then all us four year old's will be Christmas trees

I wish I could be a Christmas tree like all of you
you will have to grow a lot more before they take you
the little tree sighed, it so badly wanted to be one
next day the loggers came and took the older trees

Once more the rows looked very bare and also bleak
the little tree hunkered down to wait for spring
then one day a little girl and her dad came
they walked down the rows looking at all the trees

That one she shouted dad, pointing at the little fir
it is rather small, would you not like a bigger one
no, no, said the little girl that one is perfect
I can reach to do most of the decorating of it's branches

Fantastic thought the little tree, I am a Christmas tree
they gently cut it down and carried it to their truck
when they got home they put some growth power on the base
and planted it in a great big pot that was a shiny red

The tree looked around the room in awe struck wonder
there were flashing lights around the snowy windows
cards strung over the fire mantle so very colourful
streamers hung from corner to corner looking so gay

Then they started to put baubles, tinsel and lights
and a lovely angel to go on the top it felt so good
at last the little fir would know what Christmas
was like, it watched all the fun as the presents

Were passed around and eagerly opened with sighs
and shouts of delight, the tree smiled at their joy
now finally they sat down and ate their dinner
with many toasts being passed, at last it was over

Then next day they took the little fir outside
and put it in a cold frame to protect it for the winter
oh wow it thought I will be a Christmas tree again next year
and so the little fir tree got it's dearest wish