My hilarious mom (Angela Haine) obliged me by writing this paean to Seventeen, the Xmas tree.
To the tune of Oh Tannenbaum:
Oh plastic tree, how good to see
You standing in your glory.
You're nice and neat - from pines, a treat -
But that's another story!
Alas, you have no real scent,
The sense of sight is your real bent,
But you bring joy - to girl or boy
And that is, sure, the BEST INTENT
Oh Thomasina, Christmas Tree!
It's all a little tragic ,
You'll never know a bird or bee,
But OH! you do have magic!
You gaily gleam with needles green, (so lately known as Seventeen)
A pagan sign of all that's fine
of present times, and what has been.
So now you're snugly put away,
your branches disconnected.
You'll open up another day,
with good times recollected.
So raise a glass to all that's good,
No matter plastic or of wood.
You are THE TREE, the Christmas Tree,
so lovingly selected.
You standing in your glory.
You're nice and neat - from pines, a treat -
But that's another story!
Alas, you have no real scent,
The sense of sight is your real bent,
But you bring joy - to girl or boy
And that is, sure, the BEST INTENT
Oh Thomasina, Christmas Tree!
It's all a little tragic ,
You'll never know a bird or bee,
But OH! you do have magic!
You gaily gleam with needles green, (so lately known as Seventeen)
A pagan sign of all that's fine
of present times, and what has been.
So now you're snugly put away,
your branches disconnected.
You'll open up another day,
with good times recollected.
So raise a glass to all that's good,
No matter plastic or of wood.
You are THE TREE, the Christmas Tree,
so lovingly selected.
awesome! -- can she please write one about a plastic menorah now? Or maybe something like "I have a little dreidel, it's made from polymer..."
Vince Guaraldi's version. Go ahead. Sing along.