Mother says this year we’ll have
A real old-fashioned Christmas tree.
We’ll make all sorts of pretty things,
Each carefully and lovingly.
We’ll string big snowy popcorn balls;
Cranberries—bright and red.
We’ll make some sugar cookies
And men of gingerbread.
We’ll have a real live Christmas tree
Of green sweet-smelling pine.
And with its trimmings bright with love
Our tree will glow and shine.