muddled musings of a mangled mind
My Christmas tree
Is not the same as yours
You see, my tree is in my mind
It can’t be bought in stores
It’s made up of a lot of things
I couldn’t ever, ever buy
And I put them on my Christmas Tree
Using my minds eye
The star atop my Christmas tree
Is as bright as bright can be
My tree topper is The North Star
It’s the brightest one you see
For tinsel, I use icicles
That Mother Nature made
By hitting us with an ice storm
With devastation laid
For ornaments, I have my pick
There is so much there to choose
With a winter pallet so diverse
With whites, reds, greens and blues
For lights, I use the stars again
And street lights as I need
I let them shine and light my tree
It’s the brightest tree indeed
In my mind my…
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