on December 21, 2015 An ode to Christmas..er, trees…
Twas four night’s before Christmas and all was crazy,
The local shop had sold out of trees and the boyfriend was lazy,
So we crept around the corner following a piney smell,
And were instantly transported into Christmas tree hell,
There were sticks with no leaves and a couple of twigs,
Some broken old santa gnomes and cracked pottery pigs,
The wind howled around us and rain began to fall,
But wait, what is that, some greenery on the back wall,
Behind mouldy old tinsel and grotty old boxes,
Hidden under some layers of festive cardboard foxes,
A little green tree grows next to a santa gnome,
It’s perfect, I love it, and boyfriend carries it home.
Yep, Christmas so far!