We never expect much from you
but you always surprise us.
It's nice having more than enough
decorations to adorn you with
A small white cloth covers
your brown 'feet.'
Oh little 'fake' Christmas tree
the centerpiece on our fireplace mantle
surrounded by lights and cards
the very embodiment of
'It's the thought that counts.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem