(To the tune of "Oh Christmas Tree")

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

How very filled your branches!

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

How very fake your branches!

You are the tree my parents bought,

when I was small and you were not.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

How very old your branches!

With angel top, and lights aglow,

and a tree stand that turns you slow.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

How nicely twirl your branches!

With only parents' deckings kept,

you still are filled 'til leaning left.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

I never could replace you.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

but come next year I'll try to.