One night a magic happening – our Christmas tree grew tall.
It was a tiny sapling – we’d sat nearby the hall.
The Wollemia Noblis – A native Aussie pine.
The miracle of Christmas – a tree that I could climb!
Ignoring the traditions, I quietly jumped with glee.
I left my parents sleeping and shimmied up that tree.
Through the hallway ceiling, past the chimney top.
Distant church bells pealing – my watch showed 6 o’clock.
Sparkly decorations: silver, red and gold.
Angels sang ‘The First Noel’ – the start of Christmas told.
This Christmas tree – so magical – had brought me to the morn,
It brought me to year, the day – when Jesus was just born.
I touched the Christmas tree star, now above the cloud.
I noticed, as I looked around – a stable and a crowd.
So there I was a visitor, upon this special day,
And the only gift I had – was a drum on which to play.
So while others danced and sang, I quietly played my drum.
In ore I watched this holy scene – then I heard my Dad and Mum.
They were climbing up the tree, exclaiming with delight –
“After all these years our native pine has finally done alright.”