My Tale of the Three Trees...

not to be confused with the story that always makes me cry about the three trees that were cut down and used for the savior. My story isn't that deep, and doesn't have too much meaning to it, but I did feel like crying by the end of the third tree. My story goes something like this:

Up by 5 and wide awake,

decided to shop for the childrens sake.

I hustled and bustled and stood in long lines

with car loaded down I was back home by nine.

A little tired I laid down in bed,

but visions of sugarplums kept filling my head.

So jumped to my feet, to my team gave a whistle

and we found all the boxes, trees and toe-mistle.

In the living room went tree number 1,

from Chelsea's wedding, it sure was fun.

Thanks to friend Mindy a new wreath on the wall

a new look for this room made decorating a ball.

In the kitchen went tree number 2,

a cute little thing that looks good in there too. it brightens my corner, adds just the right touch,

it's not very big so it isn't too much.

At last in the basement came tree number 3,

it has the most stuff on as you can well see.

By now I'm just dragging and thinking, "what the heck!

With all this crap no wonder I'm a wreck!"

I spend all year just making more stuff

to hang on my walls, and it's never enough.

Why put myself through this year after year

and drive myself crazy till I'm almost in tears?

What do decorations have to do with the reason

why we celebrate Christ's birth this holiday season?

The answer to that, though I'm not sure you'll agree

has something to do with the gifts he's given me.

With all he's blessed me with, I feel it a pleasure

to make my home a place my children will treasure.

And with these gifts I try to give back to Him,

a place where love resides and his spirit will never dim.