The tree stands tall in the living room glow,
Fresh from the forest, dusted with snow.
Boxes of memories lay by its side,
Each ornament hung with love and pride.
Strings of lights and a garland of gold,
Tinsel that sparkles like stories untold.
Laughter fills the room, and it's plain to see,
This is Christmas, just you and me.
Tinsel and pine, stars in the sky,
The magic of the season makes the years roll by.
With every strand, another memory,
Love shines through on the Christmas tree.
Little hands reach for the star up high,
Grandpa's old angel still brings a tear to my eye.
The smell of pine and the crackle of fire,
Family together is all we desire.
Strings of lights and a garland of gold,
Tinsel that sparkles like stories untold.
Laughter fills the room, and it's plain to see,
This is Christmas, just you and me.
Tinsel and pine, stars in the sky,
The magic of the season makes the years roll by.
With every strand, another memory,
Love shines through on the Christmas tree.
Now the tree's been trimmed, the room is still,
The glow of the lights, a warmth that feels real.
Through every branch, through every pinecone,
This tree tells a story of love and home.
Tinsel and pine, stars in the sky,
The magic of the season makes the years roll by.
With every strand, another memory,
Love shines through on the Christmas tree.
Tinsel and pine, stars shining bright,
The love we've shared will light up the night.