oh Christmas trees

oh Christmas trees.

1, 2, and 3.

how I miss thee

let me count the ways.

i miss your lights shining in the night.
i miss your fragrance of fresh cut pine.
i miss recalling ornaments at sight.
i miss sharing in this joy with mine.

but the brain says and common sense knows:
you're too much hassle to haul and assemble in VA.
and we'll only be home for a few days before Christmas.
so you'll have to wait.

and i'll have to wait too.

and while i wait ...

i'll remember your past beauty.
and dream of your glory another year.