Tale of the Tannenbaum

For all of those,
Who  implored of me,
“Where did you get
Such a massive tree?
 
And, especially, those
Who went on a rant,
About us killing,
Such a majestic plant.
 
It was Frank’s client...
You can blame her,
She thought she had bought,
A wee “dwarf” fir.
 
But then the tree,
Grew and grew and grew,
Until it began,
To obstruct her view.
 
So she decided,
To chop it down,
Right on down,
To the cold, hard ground.
 
Frank could not stand,
To see it die for naught,
So, into our living room,
It was brought.
 
At first, I cried,
“That thing is absurd,
We don’t have the lights,
To fill one third.
 
But the more,
I looked upon the tree,
The more it started,
To grow on me.
 
So, now I have,
Accepted my Fate,
I will tinsel and trim,
And decorate,
To honor and
To celebrate,
 
The life of this Tannenbaum.