Christopher the Christmas Tree Christopher popped his head out of the ground He felt the warm sunshine then looked all around. He looked and he looked but all he could see was every variety of evergreen tree. He thought what a nice place I’ll like this for sure There’s Frazier and Balsam and even some Fir. Through the summer and autumn He continued to grow Then came Thanksgiving and it started to Snow. Soon there came children their hearts filled with glee in search of the perfect Christmas Tree But the Children picked others and just passed him by I guess I’m not good enough he said with a sigh Year after year, the very same thing till he dreaded the time when the sleigh bells would ring Then suddenly one day three men and a truck stopped to see Christopher ...he knew it was luck. They pointed and said what a beautiful sight... This one will be perfect We know it’s just right. They said; What a great shape as big Spruces go So they loaded him up as it started to snow. Off Christopher went through the snow and the muck riding on top of a big flat bed truck After riding for hours he started to shine as he saw in the twilight the New York Skyline Down past Central Park They took a quick right with people all staring at this wondrous sight Just twenty hours later Oh how could this be, at Rockefeller Center stood a great Christmas Tree Yes, it was our Christopher the eighty foot tree with thousands of Lights for the whole World to see. Christopher was so proud after so many years to hear the kids Carol and praise him with Cheers He thought in the long run sometimes you must wait for the good things in life that make you feel great. So, if it’s in New York you happen to be stop by and see Christopher, the Big Christmas Tree. © Brooks Titcomb, 2003
| Tolouse the Moose Just outside Quebec There lived a young Moose He wore a beret His name was Tolouse He lived near the train tracks beneath a great spruce Quite near his best friend Henri the Goose Now Tolouse was an artist and felt quite footloose His longing to travel had become quite profuse So he packed up his paints, some food and some juice and hopped on a train ‘board an old red caboose He met the train tender His name was Bruce The two of them dined on a bowl of cous cous As he traveled along he thought he’d produce a couple of paintings for Henri the Goose He painted an indian with a pappoose Then painted the sunset with gold and chartruse As night gathered near He sipped on some juice and longed to go home feeling slightly recluse. “Next stop Quebec” yelled the train tender Bruce and who was there to greet him Yes, Henri the goose. Glad to be home was our friend, Tolouse back with his best friend beneath the great spruce. Travel is fun yes this you deduce But there’s no place like home Just check with Tolouse © Brooks Titcomb, 2001
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Barney the Beaver Barney the Beaver lived down at the creek near his dam made of wood, mud and clay Patching small holes so the dam would not leak left him little or no time to play. As Barney’s dam grew the creek’s banks did too and it looked like a big pond by May. A small boy named Tim and his friends would go swim at Barney’s pond every day. Now, one stormy night a terrible sight a Fire in a barn full of hay The Firemen came and the Chief did exclaim: “we need to find water right a way”! “If it’s water you seek go down to the Creek”, a small boy was heard to say So they rushed to the creek to just take a peek and soon water was on its way. As they put out the fire the crowds cheers grew higher: Barney’s pond sure saved the Day Here’s to Barney the Beaver and the little boy Tim They’re Heros.... Hip Hip Hooray”! © Brooks Titcomb, 2003
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