Twas the week before Christmas
and off to Yankee Candle
'Tween the crowds and noise
It was a bit hard to handle.
So off in the night
we picked out our tree
At a local farm
to support the economy.
Bud did the lights
and said he was done
So Kathy did the tree
and named it Harold.
Even bad poems have to stop somewhere.
At Yankee Candle
Picking out the tree.
It fit the stand.
A finished masterpiece.
The end.
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