My little tree is standing tall,
With shiny lights that My Little Christmas Tree and call.
A golden star sits at the top,
It twinkles when the snowflakes drop.
I hang a bell and candy cane,
Then dance around the tree again.
I hear a sound—“Ho, ho, ho!”
Could Santa be outside below?
I run to see, but Santa’s gone,
His footprints sparkle in the dawn.
I smile and whisper, “Merry night!”
My little tree is shining bright.

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