Every year they retrieve me from my dusty,dark hollow and heave me down the stairs,
They pull me upright and sit and stare.
They cover me in baubles and blinding lights,
Who puts the star on my head?, There’s always fights!
When all’s said and done, and they’ve had their fun,
They leave me there to stop and stare.
On the big day, they whoop and shout “Yay”,
They open their surprises, but no-one realises,
That I can see,
Their excited little faces,
Light up with glee!