CHRISTMAS TREE
By David Allen
Thirrty-three Christmases have passed, I know
And all of them had me warm and aglow
With love for the woman who became my wife
My muse, my soulmate, “sticky booggers” for life
(Okay, we spent one apart when I was far out of reach
Preparing a new home for us on a Guam beach)
The picture above shows how my love
Feeling sad for our fallen Christmas tree
Stretched out on the floor in sympathy
It’s the kind of thing she does, you see
And that’s just one of her traits that captured me
UPDATED Nov. 2922
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