The Runaway Christmas Treeによるコード 
Christine Lavin 
N/A
Key: G# minor•
Verse 1
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I was putting my niece,
Holly, to bed.
It was Christmas Eve.
We had a long talk about Santa Claus,
in whom she truly believes.
But one thing she's not sure of,
she looks at me with big brown eyes
and says,
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Every year we decorate a
tree.
Why, Aunt Teen? Why?
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So I tell her it's a traditional part
of every Christmas season,
but that doesn't satisfy her.
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She wants a specific reason.
Why a fir tree?
Why the tinsel?
Why that string of blinky lights?
Unless you tell me, I won't sleep.
I will lie awake all night.
All right, all right, all right.
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Um, long ago and far away.
Where, auntie? I don't know.
A family moved into a house
surrounded by drifts of snow.
It was December 23rd.
The living room was bare,
so the daddy said,
But I think by the fireplace
a tree would look good standing
there.
So they marched
into the woods.
It was freezing cold outside.
They cut a great big fir tree down,
seven feet tall, four feet wide.
They dragged the tree into their house
and put it up in the living room
and then smiled because
the tree by the firelight
chased away the gloom.
That night, when they went to bed,
the wind blew the front door open wide.
It picked up that great big tree
and carried it outside.
It flew it through the yard
and back into the woods
and placed that tree smack dab
upon the stump on which it stood.
The morning of Christmas Eve,
the family came downstairs.
They could not find their fir tree.
It just wasn't there.
So they looked outside
and sure enough they found
their tree
and then they dragged
it through the snowdrifts
into their house again.
But that night the wind came back,
blew open the front door,
it picked up that great big tree
and carried it out once more.
On Christmas morning in the living room
no fir tree could be found.
The worried family went outside to
take a look around.
They recaptured that restless
tree.
Same woods, same stump, same place.
But they shook their
heads in wonderment.
This was a very strange case.
They dragged the tree
back to their house
and the dad said, we must invent a lock
to keep the tree from blowing off
or maybe glue it to a rock.
But then the littlest daughter said,
Daddy, I've got an idea.
What if we weigh it down with things
so it will have to stay right here.
But first, let's unwrap our
presents."
They did, and before too long a time,
the living room was filled with toys,
games, wrapping paper, and twine.
Let's hang our gifts on the tree,
the littlest son then said.
That's my boy,
the mother cried.
That's using your head.
So they hung the toys and games and books and ribbons on the tree,
cut wrapping paper in
the shape of angels.
It was a sight to see.
That night,
the family went to bed.
The tree saw its reflection,
and knew its destiny was taking
on a new direction.
And when the wind blew the door open,
the tree said,
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm warm. I'm cozy.
I'm all dressed up.
I don't want to go outside.
I don't want to be there.
But the wind said, you belong outside
with all the other trees.
No I don't. I'm special.
Get lost you big bad breeze.
So the wind left sadly closed the door
and blew off into the sky.
I wondered if my niece Holly was asleep
but her eyes were still open wide
so I kept going.
The next day the family came downstairs
and smiled at the sight of
their beautifully decorated tree
in the glowing firelight.
And the tree could not take its eyes
off the mirror on the wall.
I told Holly,
that's why we decorate trees.
And she said, that's it? That's all?
That's the story?
I'm not sleeping yet.
Tell me more. Tell me more.
So then I think and I think and I think and I think and I say, okay,
this is how it ends.
For a week, the tree is all dressed up,
but then the novelty
wears thin.
Christmas time is over.
The new year comes rolling in,
and even though the tree
gets lots of drinks
of cool fresh water,
the family starts ignoring it,
even the littlest daughter.
I think it's time to take it down,
the dad to mommy said.
Soon its needles will fall out,
and then it will be dead.
So they took off all the decorations.
And now the tree is bare.
It doesn't like what it sees in the mirror.
It's not happy standing there.
That night it calls out to the wind.
Oh, carry me back into the woods.
I long to see the other trees
and the ground on which I stood.
The wind hears its call,
comes roaring in,
picks it up, blows it out
the door.
The next day the family looks and looks,
but the tree is gone
forevermore.
Which was lucky for the tree,
for after searching all day
the family was cold and tired,
and the dad had planned
to chop the tree up
and burn it in the fire.
The wind had known that that would happen,
so it blew into the room
to rescue the tree
from what could only be considered
certain doom.
And that is why,
the week after New
Year's to this very day.
You see old Christmas trees
on every street corner.
And what are they doing?
They're running away.
We put decorations on them
to make them too heavy to run
because they know what's in store for
them
when their job is done.
We chop them down.
We drag them off.
We dress them up.
We sing them songs.
Oh, Christmas tree.
Oh, Christmas tree.
How did things go so wrong?
I look and my niece Holly is sleeping.
That's good.
She needs her rest.
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She didn't hear the ending of
this story.
That's probably for the best.
But no, her eyes pop open.
Holly is awake.
I heard what you said, Aunt Teen.
You've made a big mistake.
Our tree won't be so sad
like all those other ones.
We'll take it to the
nature center
when Christmas time is done.
The Nature Center
recycles everything made of wood.
They will turn our tree into mulch.
Mulch is very good.
It will help the little trees
to grow big and strong.
Holly's right.
So that is how we will end this
story song.
Don't make your tree have
to run away
when Christmas time is through.
If you help it return to its roots,
it will in turn help you.
And all the little growing trees
will dream about the way.
They hope they will be decorated
come next Christmas Day.
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