Oh tannebaum standing straight
Guided by airway ropes of light
To the bouncy bobbles and the bright balls
Blue and red and glassy gold
Razor thin green paper strips
Wind around wire branches
Beckoning, begging to be more adorned
With whimsical plush mermaids
Perched on fish bowls of kissing fish
Blink. Blink blink. To jar the epileptic
In wild coloured strobes here and there
Seven feet tall if not an inch
Sterile, manufactured, evergreen
Evergreen until one day
It sits out in the summer sun
And then turns ever grey
Pressies. Pressies. Toppled or stacked
Sticky bows and tags undone
Pushed up under tannenbaum
Sharp corners and tearing santas
Reindeer prancing ‘round box bends
Soon, very soon I crawl all of four years
On padded knees and reach and reach
Looking for a treasure – a silver bow
Some golden ribbon – is it mine?
Too bad I can’t read yet
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