Her Christmas Letters Are Full of It
Determined, she moved to Minnesota to grow a coconut tree.
We wondered about her sanity, our cousin Diamond Lee.
Wouldn’t it grow better in a warm climate instead of the snow.
She said “are you kidding? Santa is always here with a ho ho ho.”
We could not convince her to stay in Maui, so she transplanted herself.
Took her coconut tree along for the ride, plucked him off her shelf.
She sends us Christmas letters that say the tree is sixteen feet high.
We roll our eyes, believing that as much as every other kind of lie.
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