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little

tree, little

silent Christmas tree

you are so little --you are more

like a flower

who found you in the green forest

and were you very sorry to come away?

see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight

just as your mother would, only don't be afraid

look the spangles that sleep all the year in a dark box

dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, the balls the chains

red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms and i'll give them all to you to hold

every finger shall have its ring and there won't be a single place dark

or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed you'll stand in the window for everyone

to see and how they'll stare! oh but you'll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands and looking up at our beautiful tree

we'll dance

and sing

"Noel

Noel"

-- e.e. cummings