My little Christmas Tree
My little Christmas Tree,
Made of artificial ferns and decorative lights,
It is growing shorter year by year,
Giving company to my shortening stature.
A ong time ago, putting it up was a pleasure,
Kids loved the ambiance, expectation of gifts,
Pictures were taken, lost, and forgotten,
Only survivor me and my lonely tree.
A long time ago, it used to take a few minutes to set it up,
Now it takes hours, who wants to drag the tree box,
Still, when I set it up, I see a twinkle of hope in the lights galore,
Merry Christmas And Happy New Year echoes from its core.
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