I decorated the tree yesterday and afterwards watched a Christmas film; it occurs to me…

In many Christmas movies, there’s this one familiar part,

A sweet and joyful moment, that always warms the heart.

Of a nice contented family, as they decorate the tree,

Dancing around with tinsel, and laughing loud with glee.

Often in this moment, music fills the air,

I wonder how this scene, and reality compare.

Of course, the lights are tangled, in a knot you can’t undo,

So, as you wrestle with them, the air is turning blue.

Contents of boxes, packed neatly the year before,

Have somehow become scattered, strewn across the floor.

The spectacular tree topper, once stood proud with cheer,

But has sadly lost it’s glitter, in the intervening year.

And as for tender moments, as you play and work as one,

Well that was doomed to failure, as soon as you’d begun.

With someone barking orders, annoyed to be ignored,

And someone in the corner, fed up and getting bored.

Despite obstacles and squabbles, you stubbornly persist,

For when someone says, “Lets do the tree”, how can you resist?

Though you know beforehand, just how it will be,

Nothing else says Christmas, like trimming up the tree.