I love the yearly Christmas Tree hunt, it can take me far and wide.
I look in all sorts of places, you can never tell where they'll hide.
It's no good looking on a sandy beach,
I know they don't grow there.
Instead I find a lot of stones which I always lift with care.
The bigger one's are tricky, I bury them here and there.
I should have found a tree by now, I'm going to fail this quest.
A car ride might help you will see I've changed into my brand new vest.
That's not right, stones on a grassy mound.
It will take me ages moving that lot around.
I know when I am beaten, I know when I am done, I'm giving up with the last rays of the sun.
No Christmas tree with a star on top. Don't call me Freya call me Fluffy Flop.
I've come back home defeated, not full of Christmas Cheer.
Look at that, a Christmas Tree, the sneaky tree was here.
Luvs Freya Rose Blossom x