The tree had lived in the forest for years
The biggest and oldest of all
When he spoke, all the birds would stop
And the leaves would not dare to fall

Look at this; he spoke to the others one day
This thing that has come here to live
Its leaves are small; it has no trunk
Not even branches to give

It has to creep, like the lowest of things
And sucks up to all of you here
I'm sure we all wish it would go away
No one would miss it I swear

"You are wrong" said the thing
And all froze with fright
To speak like that; to Him?
"When the cold weather comes
Your leaves will fall
And your power will grow dim

But my leaves will still be growing and green
And when the day of the Christ child grows near
Children look for me and call out with joy
Because I, the mistletoe, grows here