The Christmas Tree Fairy

The little Christmas tree was born

And dwelt in open air;

It did not guess how bright a dress

Someday it's boughs would wear;

Brown cones were all, it thought, a tall

And grown-up Fir would bear. 

O little Fir! Your forest home

is far and far away;

And here indoors these boughs of yours

With coloured balls are gay,

With candle-light, and tinsel bright

For this is Christmas Day

A dolly-fairy stands on top, Till children sleep, then she

(A live one now!) from bough to bough

Goes gliding silently.

O magic sight, this joyous night!

O laden, sparkling tree!