Lyrics

The Perfect Christmas Tree Sylvia Tyson and Gwen Swick

Every year it?s the same dilemma
how do you find the perfect Christmas tree
I like something you can store in a closet
already decorated, not by me
Those lonely pines in the lot by the roadside
always bring me to tears
We could adopt a sapling, then
let it grow in the ground for years and years

We?ll ask the heavens, what methods saints use
The perfect answer--let someone else choose
We all agree on the ideal tree, it?s a

Three-foot fir to plant in the spring
As we watch it grow it will always bring
Memories of this merry Christmas morning together

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Let?s decorate in the best of taste
old-fashioned beads that swoop and loop around
I like tinsel in excess
cascading from the tip to the very ground
I have a vision of white light
upward stretching
I find blinking, flashing, bubbling lights are
seasonal and always fetching

We?ll ask the heavens, what methods saints use
The perfect answer--let someone else choose
We all agree on the ideal tree

One star twinkles at the very top
Beads carry on where white lights stop
Tinsel tells of a merry Christmas morning together

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Our little tree in full regalia
shines in our eyes like the eighth world wonder
But not really big enough to fit the presents under it
I suggest we open all the extras
that?s one solution
Or we could give some away
that?s a more generous resolution

We?ll ask the heavens, what methods saints use
The perfect answer--let someone else choose
We all agree on the ideal tree

It sits up proudly on a kitchen crate
Just a few gifts left, in a happy state
We?ll wake up early, and celebrate
Celebrate our merry Christmas morning together