The Christmas tree is up and looking fab from mid-tree on up.

Jeffrey will not rest until every branch within reach is bare.

Thanks for the inspiration, little man.

As always, please feel free to drop a rhyme of your own in the “Comment” space below.  It’s Tuesday, why not rhyme?

 Naked Christmas Tree

O’ Christmas tree, O’ Christmas tree,

I feel it’s kind to say to thee;

I’m sorry that you are bare, you see;

From the waist on down.

O’ Christmas tree, O’ Christmas tree;

It really wasn’t up to me;

The blame must rest upon the wee;

Jeffrey on the ground.

For though he’s just a little sprite,

He’s quick and nimble, full of might,

He will not rest ‘til every light;

And bulb is on the floor.

Like the fabled Grinch is he,

He leaves no speck of festivity,

But Jeffrey is not mean, you see;

Just a boy with limited reach.

O’ Christmas tree, O’ Christmas tree,

A glass is half empty or full to me.

I won’t see naked, no not me.

This year I’ll just look up.