They’ve carted the tree from the deep woods
Tall and strong, lashed onto a cart
And pulled by a team of horses
Into the village, into the square.
They work together, lifting it into place
Securing its base with buttresses and stones
Until it is upright, as sturdy as it stood in the forest
Then the decoration begins
Ladders are brought to reach the very top
Lanterns are hung from branches
garlands and baubles sparkle
All in readiness for the season of goodwill
Until finally the time is here
The people gather round at dusk, as the lamps are lit
The children gasp with wonder
It is a beautiful sight, a miracle brought from heaven
To brighten the lives of mere mortals
Nearby the church bells ring
Light streams through stained glass
To paint colours on the snow
Choirs sing praises to the Lord at Christmas
While the people look up to the star
Shining at the top of the tree
A beacon in the night
To the birth of Our Saviour.