Oh, Christmas Tree
Nearly straight is straight enough, t'would seem!
They, every year 'til this one, disagreed.
Now a thin wire tendrils down,
Grabs the fir tree by the crown.
Dad won this time; he's hung it from a beam!
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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