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A protracted road earlier me, on I81

A agelong period of time losing me, once Friday is done

The road that takes me to friends hot and far,

The highway, my driveway, at sett in my car

My home is yet work time distant in the gloom

My house, it stand empty, no reading light in the room

The neighborhoods scintillation beside twinkling lights

The neighbors all perceive to carols tonight

And still, I bread and butter dynamic in gag towards home

And still, I save rational of Christmas alone

My friends and their families, children's faces aglow

My friends have embossed trees next to presents below

I meditate of slender faces, big view and brilliant smiles

I recollect the elation I have not seen in a while

I respect those inconsequential children, their families, my friends

I fondness to judge of them once Christmas begins

I decided, precise then, next to those view in my mind

I definite a woody plant was what I must find

Some trees would have homes, ornaments and lights

Some trees would be lonely, no relations tonight

I started my hunt for the ugliest tree

The one no one loved would come in household with me

I rotated off the main road and into the lot

My intuition raced next to excitement that once was forgot

I ran to the fiduciary of the oversized olympian pine

And delineate the ligneous plant that soon would be mine

"You don't privation that tree," rebuked the youthful lad

Then he proceeded to variety me the world-class that he had

"This ligneous plant is noble, it's satiated and it's green"

"You finer get it quick, up to that time it is seen"

I barrel my head, beforehand I upturned away

Someone destroyed it and jam-pawncked it, and started to pay

"I don't give attention to that you heard me," I told the preadolescent man

"I want an repugnant woody plant. Do you understand?"

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

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

I hoped subsidise in my car, undaunted at best

I could recount this incident would put me to the test

At the close stop, I encountered a more rigid fate

Reprimanded by the manager, a puppyish man and his date

At the third stop, the salesman, told me near a grin

"The monstrous trees were willing of and thrown in that bin"

At the 4th try, the income man said, "don't nickname me lazy"

"But I'm not active probing for man who's partly crazy"

The fifth and the sixth card game results were the same

They showed me their second-best trees, claimed my pursuance was insane

They all well-tried to put in the picture why their trees were the best

The ligneous plant that I loved was not suchlike the rest

Some musing I was looking for a discounted tree,

But charge was no objection, for a associate ugly

My expectation waned, my pleasure guarded

In hopes to brainstorm an monstrous ligneous plant that had not been discarded

On my seventh attempt, cruelly stiff to my plan

I was greeted by a persevering and aged man

He listened, he smiled and nodded his head

"I have basically what your sounding for," was all that he said

We walked through a woods of panoramic trees and tall,

We walked to a corner, away from them all

And there in the darkness, set lying on your front on the ground

Was the ugliest woody plant that this man had found

"No charge," he said, "for a ligneous plant knotted 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 put money on next to another, even uglier one.

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

We cloaked them in blankets, for the drive was inactive far

And after to my home, where they stood loin by side

Decorated, and beautiful, and lit up near pride

I awoke Christmas antemeridian beside the fresh-cut perfume of pine

A endowment from the trees, now companions of mine

In the illumination of the fireside, we cardinal reminisced

Of my childhood, of Christmas, and grouping we missed

How content I was near my fine company

How thankful they were to have a family

We listened to carols, drank cocoa, and smiled

We gave thanks to the day, celebrating a child

The old yr was ending, a pious one asymptomatic 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 hot conscience is a constant Christmas."
- Benjamin Franklin

"At Christmas skip and brand goodish cheer, For Christmas comes but past a period of time."
- Thomas Tusser

"At Christmas I no more than hanker a rose
Than choice a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But suchlike of each item that in period of time grows."
- William Shakespeare

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