O, Christmas tree, adorned for celebration
With painted globes and stars in constellation,
With icicles and tinsel wound in coil
And with all kinds of candy wrapped in foil.

You raise your top and scratch the lofty ceiling,
For Santa Claus you want to look appealing,
Knowing that presents he will surely bring
For all the people who will come to sing.  

Because it's Christmas Eve, that's why tonight
In our souls the carols will put light
And our eyes like precious gems will spark
When we will sing to Santa in the dark.

O, Christmas tree, adorned for celebration
And yet, I think I have a revelation:
Although your place is in the forest domes
You choose to die to come in our homes.