There are some features of Christmas that I truly love,
And one of them is the tree,
Hung with glass baubles made by my friend Will,
And the odd treasure passed down to me.
I love the smell of pine in the house,
And the way the fairy lights glow,
I like the odd bit of tinsel, the angel on top,
And all my old, loved furbelows.
Ours is arriving this Friday,
Brought by a firm called Christmas Tree Inc,
I’ve paid to have it brought in and set up too,
In the living room, we think.
The Christmas Tree
03 Tuesday Dec 2013
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