Monday, December 9, 2013

Ugh, Christmas Tree

I still maintain that there is no time of year more beautiful than Christmas, and I love the soft glow inside my home as the tree lights up the room and our faces.  But sometimes, in a house full of troublemakers, I do long for January.

I think they even wrote a song about this feeling...

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are plastic and scratchy; 
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are plastic and scratchy;
I find your needles everywhere,
All over my dog and in my hair.
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are plastic and scratchy.


O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Graham's socks are not an ornament;
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Graham's socks are not an ornament;
Nor is a twenty from my purse,
A fifty would be even worse.
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Graham's socks are not an ornament.


O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Why won't my cat stop climbing you?
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Why won't my cat stop climbing you?
Is it because of twinkling lights;
Or does he want to see the sights?
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Why won't my cat stop climbing you?


O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Where did your sparkling balls go?
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Where did your sparkling balls go?
I think I see one by the chair;
Behind the toilet another's there.
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Where did your sparkling balls go?


O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Just hang in for a few more weeks;
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Just hang in for a few more weeks;
Then Cael will rip you limb from limb,
Graham'll chuck your pieces in the bin.
O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!
Just hang in for a few more weeks.

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