Our First Christmas Tree!

In search of a tree,
We drove to “The 40”;
Linds’ in high fashion
And me not so sporty.

Like slobber to walls,
Linds’ shot to the tree.
Eighty-seven pictures later,
The saw was set free.

To honor its branches,
A prayer we did say.
Then “Amen” was uttered;
The tree would soon lay.

When my turn was had
The tree last stood;
In a matter of seconds
Did soft snow hit wood.

Above my round head,
I hoisted our tree
And without any thought
I tossed it to Lindsey.

“Here ya go Honey,
You can lug it from here.
I’ll take some pictures
And look out for deer.”

What a woman she is!
That face full of might.
The prickly tree heaved
Right out of sight!

The snow came down softly;
And Yogi had fun.
It beat the heck out of
Some plain old run!

It’s not every couple
That gets perfect weather
When they go hunting
For their first tree together.

But what mattered the most,
(And I’m proud to tell),
Is all I kept thinking was
She’s pretty darn swell!

*****The End*****