The tree we ought to celebrate this season of good cheer
Is not the winter pine on which we hang so much bright gear.
We ought instead to revel in the tree that Lehi saw
In vision when Jehovah led him to that field of awe.
Amidst the dark and dreary waste good timber stood ablaze
With fruit to quench the appetite and cure all grim malaise.
No barrier turned back the man who yearned for its sweet bliss.
Twas offered free to ev’ry soul who shunned the world’s abyss.
So as we decorate the evergreen beneath our roof,
It may be well to contemplate the joyous living proof
Of that other tree that once a prophet did behold
Which beckons all to come partake and thus emerge paroled.
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