Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
...
The massive Christmas tree, requiring several people to encircle it, stood like a small mountain in the corner of the party, sitting quietly and calmly. Countless tiny lights were set among its branches, and at the ends of the sprawling limbs hung various beautiful gift boxes, swaying gently in the night wind, resembling ripe pine cones, from which every guest attending the party could pick one.
The few thickest branches at the front had most of their leaves cut off, exposing rows of dark green branches, arranged neatly like the gnarled ribs of an old tree—the little witches singing were sitting on these branches, wearing antler hats and blue noses, with red scarves and loose gray checkered robes, each dressed like deer-headed people from Silent Forest.
