Looking up upon the tree
I see the lights upon it blink.
They twinkle and sparkle
And shine like the stars
Yet still the tree seems so empty.

I stare up at the angel
That looks down at me.
Holding a harp, with wings spread wide,
Mouth gaping open, singing a song
And still the tree seems so empty.

Looking up upon the tree
I see the ornaments hanging.
They sit there, so still
And I watching them until
I wonder why the tree seems so empty.

I stare at the presents
All wrapped up nice
And putunder the branches
For tomarrow night
Yet still the tree seems so empty.

I walk down to dinner
My whole family’s there.
Grandma and Grandpa, sitting in chairs.
Aunty and Uncle, talking in pairs,
Cousin and siblings, nieces and nephews,
All of them crowded around.

I watch them all, in the best dress I have
Listening to the gossip
Watching everyone here.
Then I look down at the tree
And suddenly I see
That the tree isn’t quite so empty.