My Christmas tree fell over so I was forced to take it down early. Perhaps it was the premature nature of this task that made it harder than usual this year. So much so that my feeling expressed themselves in verse (as often happens when something moves me).
I hate when Christmas is over,
when the festivities are finally done,
and all you have are memories
of the family, food, and fun.
Now you face the cleanup
and tossing the tree out to the curb.
Blues replace the red and green,
so much they deserve this blurb:
I’ve sent a request to Pfizer
to develop a brand new pill
that will make taking down the tree
give you that “putting it up” thrill.