THE CHRISTMAS TREE


Each year I say that I'm too old
To trim a tree in winter's cold
But there it stands out on the lawn
I know I am its subject pawn

Because this tree, a thing of beauty
Reproachfully tells me it's my duty
To string on lights when neighbors do
So when they string them, I string too

I shakily ascend the ladder
Aware that it's a dangerous matter
But if I fall so shall it be
I owe allegiance to this tree
I've nurtured it since babyhood
It's now grown up as best it could

The colored lights now deck each bough
Turn on the switch and view it now
With confidence I realize
It easily wins any prize

So as I leave I say aloud
Oh, Christmas Tree, you've done me proud!

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