Lyrics

In Altadena, there's a special place, Where history shines with a timeless grace, Christmas Tree Lane, a cherished sight, With cedar trees that bring pure delight. From Italy's seeds, they were brought here, In eighteen eighty-three, a tale so dear, Since nineteen twenty, they've lit up the night, A symbol of joy, a magical sight. A ride begins from the Zoo's embrace, Long and medium routes, a shared space, Climbing La Tuna Canyon, a challenging climb, To Montrose, where memories intertwine. We meet at the Rose Bowl, medium and long, Chevy Chase riders, a united throng, Together we journey, as one we ride, To witness the beauty, side by side. Christmas Tree Lane, a historic treasure, Listed on the National Register, with pleasure, California's landmark, a place to explore, 140-year-old trees, standing tall evermore. Descending through San Marino's charm, Heading to Pasadena, our hearts warm, Lunch awaits, a moment to unwind, Reflecting on the beauty we left behind. Eagle Rock and Glendale, the return's embrace, A