Balsam Fir fall your laundry is done and

your laundry is done and the sun is shining

The waves crash on the shore

courteous and intelligent

He's not afraid to get his hands dirty

glass Jar with gold metal lid

Balsam Fir fall your laundry is done andThe world is hushed under a wide expanse of snow. You pull on your mittens and settle your hat over your ears to protect against the frosty chill. With saw in hand, your winter boots make a steady path through the snow as you search for the perfect Christmas tree. The fresh scent of pine and balsam fill your nose as you cut down your tree and haul it back to the truck. With pink cheeks, you climb up into the truck and warm your hands by the heat