Scrooge's Miserly Christmas Tree

Christmas for stolid, hermetic recluse Recidivistic mind all sentimentality doth refuse Token, lifeless symbols; pageantry will recuse Pawned, second-hand trinkets now in disuse Barnacled to limbs drooping to spindling angles obtuse Garnishments that jilting time accrues Hung sloppily, stunted timber's temporal dues Strings of patchwork lights will fuse Faded colored-cones baring every bruise Creased garlands as tawny ropes the girth noose Strands of tarnished ice sickles futility to infuse Stale candy canes, last year's refuse Dangling from needles now frayed, loose A corrugated tin star the pinnacle to abuse Under the tree, ribbonless, empty boxes complete the ruse