Upon all the neighbor's windows and door,
Is a garnish of beautiful festive decor.
Off to the forest without trepidation,
To find the perfect tree for this glorious occasion.
Then we scurry about in a frantic haze,
To find the right gift for the holidays.
Rushing back home we find a place to hide,
All of which we just spent our last dime.
Then in the kitchen we brush on the glaze,
For we have begun this seasonal craze.
~SS
11/25/17
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