Odes to Christmas Past

Jessie:
Bravely in the window
The little cypress stands
Denuded of its ornaments
and twinkling sparkling strands.
Subject now to months alone
And scorching sun and rain
Hoping to survive neglect
'Til Christmas comes again.

Buster:
A thriving tree, a living treasure
Brought indoors to serve décor;
A visual treat; an odor pleasure
What symbolisms really for;
Should make a reveler
More than wary.
Shrugging off the rude intrusion
Stalwart ivy brought to bay;
With leafy muscle, green profusion
Nonetheless it’s moot to say;
It’s a long, long way to
Topiary.

Dottie:
Roses are red,
Green is for clover,
It’s in the basement,
I’m glad it’s over.




Frank:

What?