Every year it is up to me
to fetch the MacPhail Christmas tree.
Having been a lumberjack for several months
I will admit to being kind of pumped.
I went deep into the woods
As far as I could!
First I headed East
Thinking about the impending Christmas feast.
I eventually turned South
Catching snowflakes in my mouth.
Soon a beaver was tagging along,
And a bluebird followed me singing a song.
I got a bit worried when the wolf appeared,
But I just winked at him and tossed him a beer.
Suddenly a fabulous tree stood right in my path
I estimated its height using some math.
A physics calculation determined the angle of my swing,
And the axe hit the tree with a rather subtle ping.
I dragged the tree to the homestead with a proud trot
Only to discover it was filled with termite rot.
So please, come to Charlottetown and see
My fabulous fake Christmas tree.
1 comment:
I heart you Jen!
And seeing your lumberjane shirt makes me miss you more :(...wanna go on a vacay?!
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