| Posted on December 8, 2010 at 12:56 PM |
My Tree
My
Dad brings
in the green pine
tree in. He puts it in the
right hand corner in the living
room.I get the ornaments out my
brother and I put them on the tree where
ever we want. My mom gets the lights out and
she puts them on the tree. When we finish we put all
the presents under the tree. We shake the presents till we
know what they are. When we finish shaking the presents, we water
the tree. After everything we sit down and smell the pine and that’s when
know that
Christmas
is here.
By Julia Kretzschmar
Categories: Poetry
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