The Growing of the Christmas Tree

| December/January 1996

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Reprint from Boer's 1915 Almanac

It grows in gladness, fair and green, A symbol of eternal hope; It whispers of the Great Unseen On wilderness and cheerless slope; The changing seasons come and go, Yet always beautiful to see, In summer's heat or winter's snow, Appears the fadeless Christmas tree. The sparkling dew of summer fills Its verdant boughs with jewels rare, And winter hangs his icicles Like dazzling diamonds there; The Frost King decks it, like a bride, With wreaths of magic filigree, And fleecy snowdrifts often hide The beauty of the Christmas tree.

The timid, wild birds build their nests Within its shelter, free from fear, And in its shade the squirrel rests, Nor dreams of danger drawing near;

In happy days of early spring, When jocund Nature thrills with glee, The robin and the blue bird sing Their sweetest in the Christmas tree. But half its charms do not appear, In summer's dew or winter's rime, Until the season of the year That brings the happy Christmas time. Ah! then indeed it glows, it gleams With gems that sparkle joyously, And realize the happy dreams Of childhood in the Christmas tree. Long may it grow! Long may its sway O'er childhood's dreams last everywhere, Till all the world keeps Christmas Day And every heart is free from care! May all its boughs and fadeless joys Be filled through all the years to be, For all the precious girls and boys Who cluster round the Christmas tree!