The Christmas tree saw
Year after year I saw them down
They must be straight, not crooked
They rise up into the sky
Some are big, others small.
Ritsch, ratsch, I saw back and forth,
People want her so bad
Every year, again and again
Dance around him, sing songs.
Hang colorful balls
And speak of this one man
He trudges through the snow dressed in red,
Even though I see him.
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I am the one who stirs
And saws the Christmas tree for them.
I'm not lazy when I'm diligent
Am just the annual Christmas tree saw.
Originally posted on 2017-12-22 00:13:00.
