’Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring (thank goodness no mouse !)

The plows in the distance told me we’d had snow,

Until I got up, how much I wouldn’t know.

The lights outside twinkled, my down puff felt right,

But ’twas time to get up!  Why? It still was the night!

The clock on my Iphone said 3:45

Bear’s snoring told me that he was alive.

I bounced out of bed, coffee on my mind,

Next thing to choose was which roast I should grind.

Espresso was calling, and so choose that I must,

But the frother screwed up and the outcome a bust:(

“Alexa, I shouted, play some Christmas cheer! And next,

Setting up the tree,  a task I did fear!

In my flannel pajamas, coffee cup in my hand,

I ventured downstairs to search for the stand.

Amidst all the boxes, and all kinds of “stuff”,

I found three Christmas tree stands, I guess one’s not enough!

I gave it some thought and choose one of the three,

Hoping THAT choice would make things real easy for me.

Back up in the living room I grabbed onto the tree,

Attempting to place in the stand, patience clearly the key…..

After several attempts, with needles in my hair, and pitch on my hands,

While Alexa continued to play great Christmas bands,

I had done it, Hurray!  Not so hard I must say ,

That is until I started walking away…….

Boom!  The tree went tumbling , my efforts had failed,

Though I thought that the feat I had pretty much nailed!

My thoughts were not gracious, my expletives loud,

But with nobody around they weren’t heard by a crowd!

So again, finding focus, I started over again,

Thinking maybe this is chore for the men………