Taking Down the Christmas Tree

Taking down the Christmas Tree, a job so sad.

Hard to say goodbye to the good times had.

Pulling off the tinsel and the velvet socks,

Putting every ornament in its box.

Eating every candy cane with a tear.

Making decorations disappear.

Wrapping up the lights and the tiny hooks,

Singing one last carol, long sad looks.

Bidding all the angels au revoir,

Saying “silent night” to the shining star.

Thinking of the memories the tree has seen--

New Years, Easter, Halloween . . .

But tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so we’ll eat and then,

We’ll put the tree back up again!