O Christmas Tree
Tell
The Moon
Your Secrets
As you prepare
The offerings of milk
And freshly-baked cookies
Setting them on a special table
Beside the cut evergreen tree that
Brightens the room with lights and baubles
As you impatiently wait for the man who promises
To bring gifts to all the good little children around the world
By slithering down the chimney in the dead of night on Christmas Eve
Which is tonight, so you hurry and get to bed in hopes that he will come earlier
And fulfill your wishes
Beneath the
Christmas tree