tree
finding it
on a cold wind chilled
lot
at the church.
holding each tree up and asking,
what about this one.
it's tall and plump.
we'll have to cut the bark and
trim the stump
in order for your
star to fit,
but it will look fine in the corner
and beneath it the snow cloth,
the angels,
all the gifts,
and she smiled
and said,
with glistening eyes.
it's perfect, my dear, just perfect.
let's take it home.
and then we kissed.
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