I boldly go where all can see.
I can’t be slowed by vanity
I think about the faults I’ve got
I’m grateful for the ones I’ve not
I exist here day by day
Isn’t that the only way?
Perfection isn’t possible
And if it were, we’d all be dull
I’d rather bring you cheer instead
Of filling you with dreadful dread
I’ll make you smile, just look at me
I’m lit up like a Christmas tree.
Kip said trees did not belong
In tiny homes, but he was wrong.
I have to stay outside, you know
But isn’t that where most trees go?
MG sits and sips her tea
She looks slightly upset to me
I think she thought she won the fight
but it becomes as clear as night
Does it? Could it hurt her pride?
She has a tree, but not inside!
Up above the moon shines bright
Together we’ll shine through the night.
MG loves me this I know
I just heard her tell me so.
I can’t wait until your poem as a mistletoe comes out!!
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What a great idea 07!!!
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Looks like you can see it from inside, as well. Perhaps next year you’ll win.
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I can see it from the inside which makes it a pretty good compromise.
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That is the best tree ever! Love the spot where you put it. Once we put our tree up inside and the dog, Ulysses, lifted his leg and peed all over it and on some gifts.
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I saw a cartoon like that once…they brought the tree in and the dog told the cat, “You’re not the only one with an inside bathroom.”
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