sisters decorate the Christmas Tree
Silver and gold never get old for us two
lovely blue spruce is exactly the right hue
we are here to decorate the tree
showing Christmas our individuality
I am tying on a tiny red Santa’s sleigh, I want my way
my sister pins on a baby doll and a leaf from early fall
I toss silver tinsel all over the rest of it when we are done
my sister hangs a green oven mitt, we are having fun!
memories of Christmases past filter into our minds
we throw other stuff on, junk of all shapes and kinds
Now an argument; who gets to put on grandma’s star?
We chase each other around the town carrying this way too far
Just because we got wizened, wrinkled and old
does not mean we are not still sisters bold
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