oh little child so near the tree, the preious view u clearly see adorned in white, a glistened sight, a chilling warmth,its nearly night,... your wants are small, unshelfish child not to be wrapped, brended, or styled next year this child so wants to be back out to watch this growing tree what our choices as time go by will hope,peaceand love climb high by: Billy Crow December 8 at 10:38am