It’s Christmas again,   And I’m here alone.   Covered with snow.   Chilled to the bone.   My branches are bare.   My roots have gone dry.   My only companions   Are the clouds in the sky.      What was Dumbledore thinking   When he made me?   Without friends,   Without love,   Or family.   Did he think I wouldn’t   Notice Christmas?      Laugh all you want.   Spit in my face.   Chop all my limbs.   Toss them away.   Uproot my body and   Transplant me on Mars.   At least I’d be safe from   Your flying cars.   I know that it’s hard   To get close to me.   But deep down inside,   I’m only a tree.   My actions speak louder   Than the pain in my soul.   If I had my way,   Get it under control.      What was Dumbledore thinking   When he made me?   Without friends,   Without love,   Or family.   Did he think I wouldn’t   Notice Christmas?      So as you sit down   With your families tonight,   Think of these words,   Remember my plight.   If I had a choice,   I’d choose to be free   From this terrible violence   That boils up in me.   But I’m just a slave,   A captive device,   Of an arrogant wizard   With a heart of ice.   If Christmas brings love   And peace in your minds,   Then how could Christmas   Leave this poor tree behind?      What was Dumbledore thinking   When he made me?   Without friends,   Without love,   Or family.   Did he think I wouldn’t   Notice Christmas?