Christmas Bliss
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
We’re picking out a Christmas tree.
Oh boy, I just can’t wait!
December 25th is near––
It’s time to celebrate.
The family piles into our car
and finds the biggest lot.
“Let’s get the best,” my mother says,
“the very best they’ve got!”
But this one’s crooked, that one’s short,
and those are almost dead.
The rest have broken branches, holes,
or something worse instead.
Five hours pass and still no tree;
my dad’s about to break.
“You want the perfect tree?” he growls.
“Then let’s go buy a fake!”
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Buying a Christmas tree is certainly not for sissies!
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Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.