I made you a Christmas tree because
I knew you wouldn't bother.
I picked the branch myself,
sprayed it gold and adorned it with ribbons
... and stars (just in case you wanted to
make a wish)
Someone else asked if they could have the
beautiful tree and I gave it away without a
a moment's hesitation, being caught up in the
So, you did not get to make your wish upon
the star on my tree,
but then again...
I knew you wouldn't bother
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