In the forest grew a little tree,
So tall and green was she.
Through winter storms and summer days,
She stayed so tall and free.
The snowstorm sang a lullaby:
"Sleep, little tree, don't cry."
The frost would wrap her in its snow:
"Stay warm and safe below."
A timid little grayish hare
Would hop around her there.
And sometimes passed a wolf, so sly,
With anger in his stare.
Hark! Snow beneath the sleigh blades cracks,
The forest hears the sound.
A horse with heavy, shaggy legs
Goes swiftly o'er the ground.
It carries firewood in tow,
A man rides by in cold.
He chopped our little tree down low,
Right by the roots, so bold.
But now she's dressed in colors bright,
She's here to bring delight.
To all the children she will bring
Much joy this festive night!