From the trees they fall,
candies, wrappers and all,
they grow from sugar
in the soil
and only drop down in the fall.
People gather in town
beneath the giving trees,
with baskets in hand,
and joy in their hearts,
and gather all they can see.
They send these to their families
those who live abroad,
across the world,
the candy world,
with a push, a prod,
of course,
as they want them
for their own,
but everyone knows
the rules,
so they goes,
and they keep few for their homes.