Christmas Tree (British English) Christmas Tree (US-English) I saw a truck of Christmas trees, And each one had a tale, The driver stood them in the row, And put them up for sale. He strung some twinkly lights, And hung a sign up with a nail; "FRESH CHRISTMAS TREES" It said in red, "Fresh Christmas Trees for sale." He poured himself hot cocoa, In a steaming thermos cup, And snowflakes started falling, As a family car pulled up. A mom, a dad, and one small boy, Who looked no more than three, Jumped out and started searching, For the perfect Christmas tree. The boy marched up and down the rows, His nose high in the air: "It smells like Christmas, mom! "It smells like Christmas everywhere!" "Let's get the biggest tree we can! A tree that's ten miles high! A tree to go right through our roof! A tree to touch the sky!" A tree so big, That Santa Claus, Will stop and stare and say, "'Now, that's the finest Christmas tree, I have seen this Christmas Day!" It seemed they looked at every tree, At least three million times; Dad shook them, pinched them, turned them 'round To find the perfect pine. "I have found it, mom! The Christmas tree I like the best of all! It's got a little bare spot, But we'll turn that to the wall!" "Is this your choice?" The tree man asked, "This pine is the best one here!" The boy seemed sad, "My daddy says, "The price is just too dear." "Then, Merry Christmas!" Said the man, who wrapped the tree in twine, "It's yours for just one promise, You must keep at Christmas time!" "On Christmas Eve at bedtime, As you fold your hands to pray, Promise in your heart, To keep the joy of Christmas Day!" "Now hurry home! This freezy wind, Is turning your cheeks pink! And ask your dad, To trim that trunk and give that tree a drink!"