Ugh, Christmas Tree

I still maintain that there is no time of year more beautiful than Christmas, and I love the soft glow inside my home as the tree lights up the room and our faces.  But sometimes, in a house full of troublemakers, I do long for January.

I think they even wrote a song about this feeling...

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Thy leaves are plastic and scratchy; 

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Thy leaves are plastic and scratchy;

I find your needles everywhere,

All over my dog and in my hair.

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Thy leaves are plastic and scratchy.

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Graham's socks are not an ornament;

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Graham's socks are not an ornament;

Nor is a twenty from my purse,

A fifty would be even worse.

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Graham's socks are not an ornament.

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Why won't my cat stop climbing you?

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Why won't my cat stop climbing you?

Is it because of twinkling lights;

Or does he want to see the sights?

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Why won't my cat stop climbing you?

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Where did your sparkling balls go?

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Where did your sparkling balls go?

I think I see one by the chair;

Behind the toilet another's there.

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Where did your sparkling balls go?

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Just hang in for a few more weeks;

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Just hang in for a few more weeks;

Then Cael will rip you limb from limb,

Graham'll chuck your pieces in the bin.

O Christmas Tree!  O Christmas Tree!

Just hang in for a few more weeks.