Oh, Christmas Tree
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'Twas the night before Christmas when Mom said,
to Dad- go get a tree for us better than last year;
remember how by Christmas morning it was dead,
she shouted instructions as Dad put the car in gear.
He looked at me with a sigh- oh don't you worry,
we will buy the best and biggest tree on the lot;
and will search their complete tree lot inventory,
we will find the very best Xmas tree ever bought.
Well, we did find the best and biggest tree ever,
on the drive home- off the roof it started to slip;
and I said to Dad, it's great but just a bit big however,
deck the halls, he sang, it just needs a little snip.
He turned it this way and that but it did not fit,
in the front door- don't worry he said and got a saw;
I was really, really doubtful I had to admit,
he was hacking at the branches as I watched in awe.
Well, somehow we finally got the tree in the living room,
but it was too tall and the top was crunched on the ceiling;
at this point, I was filled with a great gloom and doom,
when Dad sawed the top off- I had a real sinking feeling.
But he stood back looking and feeling pretty darn proud,
when Mom came into the room- and screamed;
this tree is the worst yet, she was yelling really loud,
so, I ran out of the room 'cause she was so steamed.
Where am I suppose to put my Christmas angel ? Dad,
(the top was flat and there were branches gone leaving gaps);
she stood there sort of bewildered and boy was she mad,
and not just that the tree looked awful- it began to collapse.
(Dad, tied it to the wall- so it would not fall)
We decorated the tree anyways but by Christmas morning;
not a thistle was left- just a bare tree with decorations adorning.
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November 27, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, Christmas Tree
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1202-170-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest The Night Before 2
sponsor, Joseph May
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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