Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree in March you look right poorly.Your fall from grace did no time waste and now you look so out of place.The glamour is gone where it had shown so brightly. In ditches by Kings Highway, In back yards under leaves.You once stood tall and proudly now you’re only spring debris. Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree in some homes your still standing. Though dry and brown you’re still around. There’s been no time to take you down. Your day will come this month for sure cause Easter time is near and you’re no match for bunnies, eggs and bows. You should have been gone weeks ago.You’ve had your moment in the sun. Your over ornate days are done. Now back to ashes or to dust and bring them bunnies on to us.