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Riddles about the holidays

Christmas tree

I grew up in the forest primeval,
Go up to the blue clouds.
But now I cut down
And toys dressed.

Spiny, green
Cut down with an axe.
Spiny, green
Brought to our house.

I come with gifts,
Bleu bright lights,
Smart, funny,
On new year's I'm the boss!

Beauty what -
Stands, light flashing,
As lavishly decorated -
Tell me, who is she?


Suddenly out of the black darkness
In the sky rose bushes,
And that's the one blue,
Crimson, gold
The unprecedented beauty.


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