I like to smell Christmas tress.

I like to touch Christmas tress. 

Sometimes it can be hard to decide which Christmas tree to take home. 

Show them your stumped face. 

Until one calls out your name (and your husband says it’s not too expensive)

And when you finally hear your little Christmas tree 

the spirit rushes through your body and demands that you sing out! 

Usually tidings of comfort and joy. 

Comfort and Joy. 

Ooooh oohh, tidings of comfort and joy!

THE END.

I know what you’re thinking. 

The star of this post is not so much the trees ( or my New Yorker worthy poem ) but that stripey peplum top. 

On Saturday I went to Target for a Christmas tree stand and succumbed to un peu de “fast fashion”. 

Shhhhhhh!