Rhyming Poem - Trim The Tree
It's time to decorate the tree,
So everyone gather round.
With carols and laughter and hullabaloo,
It's a marvellous, happy sound.
Everyone's brought a bauble or two,
To hang on the Christmas tree.
They sparkle and glitter and don't really match,
But they all look fantastic to me.
There's cheap plastic globes in all colours,
With red, gold and silver and blue.
And sparkling, fanciful stars
That let the draped strings of lights shine through.
And colourful tinsel in swathes and strands,
Strung liberally over the boughs.
It's a bit of a mess, but it's the best tree
Because before anything else, it's ours.