Oh, Christmas Tree
by Daisha Joseph '19

I’ve got on a golden star that’s too big for my head,
it’s got glitters and sparkles all over what would be my neck.
Don’t get me started on all these ornaments,
because my back is bare but my poor front has no space to spare.

I have one too many Christmas lights & candy canes & tinsel strings drowning me out,
Plus a bunch of mismatched, crisscrossed ribbons hiding my beautiful, forest arms.

With this short, torn, golden skirt around me that doesn’t even show
because of all this ripped up cotton that’s supposed to pass as snow,
is it really that bad that I’m happy I spot Buster the dog coming,
​ready to knock me, the Christmas tree, over?