The Wilsons were scrambling to find gloves and hats.
We climbed in the car with excitement and glee.
At the end of the trail would be cocoa and trees!
Each year our tree shrinks, yet we tromp through the heath
But we now have more room for the gifts underneath.
We add snowflakes, some stars and those twinkling lights
But when the last ornament's hung, our tree is just right.
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