T’was the seventh day of December,
And the day had come for a tree!
So a tree of six-feet entered the house,
With a strand of lights for all to see.
First, the box was opened,
Then the pieces quickly removed,
The tree was built, branches fluffed,
A joyous occasion it proved!
Next, the strand of lights,
Was draped around the branches.
Then the cord met the plug…
And it died – what were the chances?
After a bit of fiddling around,
The lights came back on quite strong,
The tree was placed in a corner home,
Looking like it had always belonged.
Then, sparkling across the living room,
The lights did their dances together.
Leaping from floor, to ceiling, to couch,
But brought back to the tree like a tether.
The children’s smiles were a delight,
Their cheers would warm the heart.
So happy I was to be able to be here,
And in their excitement, take my part.
To the KING be all the glory