Radiators were hot.
and gloves and boots,
and on to the stand of pines. After picking the perfect tree
The Old Farmer was a smart cookie, like most farmers
and outdoorsmen he was a great conservator
of nature. He never cut a tree down to the ground,
but above the bottom level of branches, trimming
them to leave one or two to grow upwards
into a new tree.
The tree was then brought home, across the field
and the creek, up the hill and between the barns,
to the back porch. There the Old Farmer put it in
a bucket of water to keep it fresh.
And there it sat...and sat....and sat.....
Finally on Christmas Eve it came into the back room
to warm up. Then into the dining room into the bay window
and in the old tree stand
First the strings of lights went on, then the bulbs.
The garlands gracefully placed around the tree and finally the tinsel.
The Old Farmer insisted that it be put on one strand at a time.
If you were caught doing three or four...well, they had to be redone.
The last touch was placing the star on the top!
So sitting by the glow of the tree I wish you
A Merry Christmas One and All !
(and if not Christmas may you have a good year!)
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