They’ve been to get their Christmas tree, they hadn’t far to go.
They live in that high country where young timber starts to grow.
The day is cold the snow is new, there’s not so many tracks.
The dad has got the Christmas tree, the kid he has the ax.
You notice by the chimney that the fire place is wide.
They have their house built strong and low, it’s plenty warm inside.
They’ve got a good set of good corrals besides a stable too;
They are fixed up pretty handy fer a place to winter through.
And when they put the candles on it’s easy to believe
How that tree will look by fire light this comin’ Christmas eve.
There won’t be any carols sung, there won’t no organ play
But they’ll have a happy Christmas in them hills so far away.
I’ll bet the old man’s thinkin’ back to when he was a kid.
How folks would spend their Christmas and the things he got and did.
Of course the kid, he looks ahead, he don’t think of the past,
But he’ll soon have Christmas memories that he’ll keep until the last.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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