T’was the eighteenth of December
And I have an interesting tale,
One to capture the attention –
Or not – I s’pose I could fail…
‘Tis the tail of a Mustache,
A Christmas Mustache at that!
A Christmas Mustache on a Christmas tree –
A Christmas tree that wasn’t very fat.
What is a Mustache of Christmas?
How does it come to being?
Well, as to the what, scroll back up –
That is the Mustache you are seeing.
Intertwined with pink and black,
It sits proudly on the tree.
Not on the bottom nor at the top,
Nearly a third down – there it be.
Just how did a little tree,
Grow a Mustache onto it’s face?
There it had some creative help,
So this decoration could find a place.
Two little hands twisted together,
The strands of the pink and black.
Those same little hands hung it up –
Then of giggles there was no lack!
But since t’were not my hands
That were involved in the deed,
Please don’t try to ask me
How this idea did succeed.
Nor how it came to being –
I really haven’t a clue! –
Makes me wonder what else
In these childrens heads doth brew!
What will we see tomorrow –
Next week or maybe next year?
At least it will be creative –
And showered with giggles – never fear!
To the KING be all the glory!