O Christmas Tree
This year I had to take the Christmas tree thing into my own hands. I didn't trust the democratic process to yield the necessary results, so I made an executive order and took the necessary steps on my own.
|Not too shabby, huh?|
I don't blame my roommates for dragging their feet in getting set up for Christmas. They've got stuff going on. For instance, Tony is getting married at the end of the week. Ya know, for instance.
Under ideal conditions we would have made a big ado about the tree decoration. We did last year, and it's one of my fonder memories from my time in this apartment. But things are changing now. No time for big decorating parties. No time for the silly little things.
But I need my Christmas tree. I need the glow of strings of lights draped along the walls. I need it to look like Christmas in here. Because by month's end I'll lose both my roommates and things will never be like this again. But I can at least have a Christmas tree.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches