Our First Christmas Tree
When I got home from the war in Korea,
my girl Carol
became my wife.
I was discharged honorably
out of the Navy,
and returned to civilian life.
We moved to a town in California,
and we rented ourselves a room.
I got me a janitor’s job at a school,
and pushin’ a broom.
We had some concern
for what lay ahead,
because we were expectin’ a baby.
But we were as happy
as we could be,
no “ifs,” “ands,” “buts,” or “maybe.”
Christmas was comin’,
and we both decided
we couldn’t afford a tree.
Like a lot of my buddies
I didn’t make much,
so money was scarce, don’t y’see?
But I tell you this, come Christmas Eve,
We wanted a tree real bad.
So I took a dollar and went to a nursery
to see what bargains they had.
It was Twelve-Fifteen
when I got to the place.
There’s no trees, and it’s closin’ time.
But the man looked ’til
he found a foot-long branch,
that he let me have for a dime.
I was almost ashamed
to bring the thing home,
but Carol said she thought it was cute.
And she set it on top
of our chest of drawers
in a little pink porcelain boot.
Using felt, she made
little stars and bells,
and hung them on for a start.
But lookin’ at that little stub of a tree,
it just about broke my heart.
Carol said it ought
to have Christmas lights,
but candles might kindle a fire.
I discovered five flashlight bulbs
in a drawer,
and a coil of radio wire.
So I took those bulbs
and that radio wire,
and hooked ’em to one “C” cell.
I strung ’em on the tree
with one at the top,
and, I tell you, it looked real swell.
The smell of that little tree
filled the room,
till you’d thought it was 8 feet tall.
It’s one of those times
you swear you’ll remember,
and you don’t regret it at all.
We celebrated Christmas
in that one tiny room,
with our first little Christmas tree.
And it’s just amazing,
the joy it still brings
to the both of us … Carol and me.
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