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We were so pathetic our first year of marriage. They say that being poor builds character, maybe that explains it. 
 

We were married way too young to ever have much money,
The thought of spending for a Christmas tree seemed to be too funny.

We decided that we would do without to save cash on which to live,
Because the cost of even a meager tree was more than we could give.

One night on my way home from work I followed a tree barring truck,
A pothole hit and a tree flew off it seemed I’d had some luck.

I took it home to my new bride and the sight lit up her eyes,
She decided to make decorations for this Christmas tree surprise.

So while I went to find a stand, she started to pop some corn,
She took a needle and threaded them and soon the tree adorned.

She cut out cardboard stars and bells in foil they then got covered,
I set the tree up in its stand and that’s when a problem was discovered.

There was something wrong with the trunk of our little Christmas tree,
It curved so badly that when it stood up it made the letter “C”.

Without some help it couldn’t stand so to the top we tied a rope.
To the closet rod it got fastened to hold it upright was our hope.

When the door to the closet slid shut tight the tree stood proud and tall,
With its aluminum decorations and popcorn strands it really had it all.

When we opened the door to get our coats the rope would always slack,
And the little tree would bow to us and we would bow right back.

Many years have passed since then and now our house is full of trees,
But none of them are as polite as our first that was so eager to please.

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