We boys and girls all love the tree That Santa trims on Christmas Eve; But we have wondered now and then Why the trimmings are ten times ten. A tree so pretty, green and tall Does not need any trimming at all; But guess it is no use to try To tell Old Santa Claus just why. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY ANDREA DEL SARTO (CALLED THE FAULTLESS PAINTER) by ROBERT BROWNING COMRADE JESUS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CESAR FRANCK by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: EL HARITH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |