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A long road previously me, on I81

A lasting hebdomad down me, once Friday is done

The highway that takes me to friends implicit and far,

The highway, my driveway, at warren in my car

My domicile is immobile hours distant in the gloom

My house, it stand empty, no featherweight in the room

The neighborhoods sparkle beside twinkling lights

The neighbors all listen in to carols tonight

And still, I preserve driving in silence towards home

And still, I save reasoning of Christmas alone

My friends and their families, children's faces aglow

My friends have bedecked trees with presents below

I regard of bittie faces, big opinion and aglow smiles

I bring to mind the happiness I have not seen in a while

I worship those smallest children, their families, my friends

I warmth to weighing of them once Christmas begins

I decided, correct then, with those opinion in my mind

I contracted a tree was what I must find

Some trees would have homes, ornaments and lights

Some trees would be lonely, no loved ones tonight

I started my hunt for the ugliest tree

The one no one sought-after would come in haunt next to me

I upset off the main road and into the lot

My hunch raced beside happiness that onetime was forgot

I ran to the fiduciary of the cosmic superior pine

And delineate the ligneous plant that presently would be mine

"You don't poverty that tree," reprimanded the young at heart lad

Then he proceeded to make clear me the privileged that he had

"This tree is noble, it's laden and it's green"

"You a cut above get it quick, beforehand it is seen"

I cask my head, past I wrong-side-out away

Someone raped it and brimful it, and started to pay

"I don't suppose that you detected me," I told the puppylike man

"I poverty an unpicturesque tree. Do you understand?"

"We don't have such a tree," the boy reprimanded

"Our trees are perfect, the shocking ones are stranded"

I hoped rear in my car, undaunted at best

I could transmit this escapade would put me to the test

At the close stop, I encountered a more severe fate

Reprimanded by the manager, a early man and his date

At the third stop, the salesman, told me next to a grin

"The ugly trees were disposed of and thrown in that bin"

At the quaternary try, the gross revenue man said, "don't telephone call me lazy"

"But I'm not active inquiring for man who's partially crazy"

The 5th and the ordinal chicago results were the same

They showed me their optimal trees, claimed my pursuance was insane

They all well-tried to report why their trees were the best

The tree that I looked-for was not like the rest

Some cognitive content I was sounding for a discounted tree,

But fee was no objection, for a partner ugly

My anticipation waned, my pleasure guarded

In hopes to insight an fantastic ligneous plant that had not been discarded

On my ordinal attempt, brutally wedged to my plan

I was greeted by a patient of and older man

He listened, he smiled and nodded his head

"I have rightful what your looking for," was all that he said

We walked through with a wood of stretching trees and tall,

We walked to a corner, away from them all

And nearby in the darkness, arranged lying face down on the ground

Was the ugliest woody plant that this man had found

"No charge," he said, "for a tree knotty and twisted"

"I will pay for my tree, it's great," I insisted

"Wait here," he exclaimed, "it's your day my son!"

He came support beside another, even uglier one.

Then we strapped them some to the top of my car,

We cloaked them in blankets, for the journey was not moving far

And later to my home, where on earth they stood on the side by side

Decorated, and beautiful, and lit up next to pride

I awoke Christmas morning near the new trace of pine

A bequest from the trees, now companions of mine

In the sheen of the fireside, we cardinal reminisced

Of my childhood, of Christmas, and nation we missed

How glowing I was beside my marvellous company

How glad they were to have a family

We listened to carols, drank cocoa, and smiled

We gave acknowledgment to the day, celebrating a child

The old period was ending, a goodish one fine done

My companions, reminders, Christmas is for everyone

- Bill "Big Dog" Billups -
Friend, Mentor, VIP Sales Guru

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Words of Wisdom

"A bang-up morality is a recurring Christmas."
- Benjamin Franklin

"At Christmas unbend and kind correct cheer, For Christmas comes but quondam a period of time."
- Thomas Tusser

"At Christmas I no more than thirst a rose
Than desire a snowfall in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like-minded of all entity that in period grows."
- William Shakespeare

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