Michael Gelb

(10/8/40 / NYC-USA)

Our Christmas Tree


After we were married and Christmas would come near
We would go buy a tree and my wife would dress it with care
All through the holidays it stood straight and tall
After the holidays I would drag it out through the hall

I would drag it through the hall and down the stairs
Balls and lights breaking all the way, but who cares
My wife would ask, are you crazy
I would say no this way was easy and I was just lazy

Year after year buying a new tree, new lights and balls
End of the season and there I go dragging the tree through the halls
When we moved to our own home we had a tree for Christmas day
End of the season I opened the door and out went the tree the same old way

My wife and daughters said I was crazy and no more
No more will a tree go out the door
The next year there was a fake tree on Christmas day
After the season they told me to keep away

The family would say how crazy and about the extra money
My only thought that it was funny
So every Christmas stands a fake tree
No more trees out the door by me

Submitted: Friday, October 21, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 22, 2011
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