Kludge Happens

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how schizophrenic you make me.

Your branches cry for green and red.

My golden birds bring joy instead.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, your look is ever-changing.

The balls and stars keep falling down.

Your “beauty” makes me want to frown.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, our friendship is obsession.

No ornament can stay in place.

All I see is the empty space.

Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree, you are a great big Kludge to me.

 

 

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