"Art begins in imitation and ends in innovation." -Mason Cooley
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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Here we come to search for thee.
We're thinking straight but not too tall
So's not to dwarf our living hall
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Here we come to search for thee.
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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
We found you waiting for us.
Here in the sun where you have grown
And now we've come to take you home.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
We found you waiting for us.
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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
How quiet this year's trip was
No daughters here to scheme and talk
Just him and me, and dog to walk
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
How quiet this year's trip was.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Next year will feel more normal
When Covid goes, we'll all come back
And for opinions, we won't lack.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Next year will feel more normal
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
What matters most still stays the same.
We wish for all to live in love
And give our thanks to God above.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
What matters most still stays the same.
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A poet named Mary Jane, who is also my friend, invited me to write
a poem a day for eight days in a row. Here I go!
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