What's this all about? This tree
Ginger perfume and sugar smell,
The lights, the icy drawing pad
Windows, and boxes they say don't
Touch but look at them! better
Than mama's milk, shiny, tied up,
And their only mood is "soon."
Why the needle threading popcorn,
What for the constant singing.
I like it. I like it much better
With its giant dwarves in the road
By the rows and rows of trees.
I don't get why we don't do this
All the time. I can't sleep.