Every year we do something strange.
We cut down a tree, and our living room we rearrange.
It will not grow, it leaves a mess,
so why do we look forward to this?
‘Why DO we do this?’ you wonder out loud.
“For the presents!” says the child unbowed.
‘Why are there presents?’ you wonder some more.
“It’s a birthday party!” shouts he, coming into a roar.
‘Then why don’t we sing Happy Birthday?’ Ha! You’ve got him this time.
“Because it’s Christmas!” he says with the most determined look in his eye.
You’re right, so true.
I just needed a little reminder, called you.