I'm popping popcorn for the tree.
White popcorn on a string.
I'll wrap it 'round like ribbons
For the joy that it will bring.
I bring the kernels to the stove,
I put them in a pot.
I pour the oil all over them
And get them piping hot!
The kernels are so huge and round,
I can't believe my eyes!
They'd surely make a snack
Of unimaginable size!
But this corn is for Christmas trees,
To string like speckled snow.
I swirl the pot around again,
And 'round and 'round they go!
How lucky that I found this corn,
So giant, round, and white!
I'm glad I spied it in Mom's dresser
Hidden out of sight!
How nice of her to think of me
And get the popcorn ready.
'Cause when I found the kernels,
They were on the string already!
Oh won't my mom be happy when
She sees my new creation?
A shining string of perfect corn!
A Christmas celebration!
When they start popping—boy oh boy!
My fun will be complete!
They're taking such a long long time—
I guess I'll raise the heat!