
I'm hoping to be decorated before Christmas
Oh Christmas Tree..... 2011
Robb Lightfoot
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree,
How naked are your branches
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree,
We sought you out, ‘or many ranches
Not so long ago, we bundled you,
On the top, of Mom’s Subaru
We brought you home, and Daddy-o
Stuck you in a bucket, on the back patio
Oh Christmas Tree oh Christmas tree
How naked are your branches.
Our bulbs and bangles, sit next to you
But no one here, can find the time to
Hang lights, or garlands, or tinsel blue
It’s really sad, but oh so true…
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How naked are, your branches
Your needles dry, and hit the floor
But little kiddies, dwell here no more
They used to clamor, to load you so
With stuff they made , from head to toe
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How naked are, your branches
Paper clips, tin foil and string
Play-Dough makes… strange-looking things
All sit in boxes, so near at hand
Memories of the Promised Land
Oh Christmas Tree, oh Christmas tree
How naked are your branches
We live in hope, that sometime soon
If not this morn, then per’haps by noon
Some once-small child, may drop in here
And take the pains, to spread some cheer.
So gather round, brush ‘way the dust
Drink some eggnog, if you must
Please open a box, do it for Mom
Put on the star, with joy and aplomb
And know that you, shall someday see
A tree like this, that’ll be for thee
A memory of, the things that change
And how the years do rearrange
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How naked are, thy branches
Our lives enrich’d, yet we sense loss
A space, a void, and some lichen moss
That lingers here, just out of sight
Adorn me please, before Christmas night
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas tree
Bring one home, and take your chances