Christmas we were so poor
No tree could we afford from the store
A small tree was found in the woods
Ornaments were made from household goods

Shiny tin foil, beads, and children's art
Decorations made from our heart
One thing we would surely need
An angel to sit on top we agreed

Spare change was found
Our beautiful tree was crowned
A little paper angel looked from above
Our home was filled with love

Our youngest son came home Christmas Eve
Just a tiny baby in a stocking sleeve
Twenty one years little angel was there to admire
Then it was time for her to retire

Blonde hair thinning, paper dress tattered
To my family it never mattered
Lovingly placed in a glass display
Now we can enjoy her everyday