Christmas Tree

by Muqtada aged 6

Outside my house there is a Christmas tree,
and every time I look at it, it fills me with glee.

The tree is decorated with green and red,
the good girls and boys snuggle down in their beds.

The star at the top twinkles so bright,
the magical tree illuminates the night.

The spiky, green tree is so tall,
the presents underneath are ever so small.

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