Elvis The Christmas Tree Poem by Richard Jarboe

I dreamed I was there when the great EP
Came back alive as a Christmas Tree.
Draped in ornaments, a tiny Heartbreak Hotel
A crystal Hound Dog hanging with a silver bell.

Glowing in lights, Elvis was looking so gay
Balls hanging from branches poking through his suit of gold lame'
Ribbons wrapped around a two inch teddy bear
The star of Bethlehem on top of his hair.

It was hard to be a man; so he sang like a bird
A touch of Tupelo in every hillbilly word,
It was difficult for Elvis to be the great EP.
But Elvis loved Christmas- he came back as a Tree.

He swayed side to side like a good evergreen
Much more fun than being a human being,
A little pink Cadillac hung from the tip of a limb
A tribute to his mother somewhere up in Heaven.

As he turned to go he said, 'Thank you very much.'
Pine needles by his feet so soft to the touch
As he left the building all his lights turned white
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.