‘Twas the night after decorating the Christmas tree so fair
Not a creature was stirring except for ladybugs here and there
New stockings were hung on the wardrobe with care
The old ones too small – it didn’t seem fair
The family upstairs getting ready for bed
Had visions of decorating still in their heads
The tree was so perfect – their ornaments so fine
They’d laughed and they’d chatted – they’d had a great time!
When suddenly downstairs there arose such a shatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Katy cried, “No – the tree!” I replied, “Can it be?”
And down the stairs we all dashed
Oh the tree – what was smashed?
Yes there on the floor in the living room door
Lay our beautiful tree – oh our joy was no more
With the stand still attached and the lights all intact
We were puzzled as to why
Our poor tree had been sacked!
So we picked up the tree – the stand came along
We cleaned up the water – no one had a song
And there on the floor we started to find
Small pieces of memories the tree left behind
A glass star and angel – a ceramic Christmas tree
But most of the damage did not affect me
Katy’s bird and an angel from places we’d been
Could there be more than that? We searched with chagrin.
Yes her favourite – most favourite small girl from Alsace
Had lost her poor head – oh what was the chance?
We looked and we hunted - we gathered the mess
But where was the head? – it was anyone’s guess
And suddenly Bethany cried with delight
“It’s here on the tree!” What a glorious sight.
It took quite awhile to anchor the tree
But why did it fall? What a mystery.
Howard got some good twine and secured it quite well
We were reminded of when our tree often fell
In Brazil it was tough to prop up a tree
It never seemed like the stand would agree
To hold up the tree for the whole Christmas season
But there it was obvious what was the reason
I thought and I thought when I went back to bed
I couldn’t quite get the idea from my head
That the tree is too heavy for our fine German stand
I think I’ll be filling some bags with some sand
Today we will pick up the fragments we know
And piece things together – to the store we will go
To buy some good glue to put them together
The snow will not stop us – whatever the weather
So this is the end of this story of woe
Although it be sad – with eyes still aglow
We think of how blessed we have been through the years
A few broken ornaments do not bring us tears
God’s walked in His kind gentle way all along
We have joy in our step – and yes – there’s a song.