The Christmas tree appears benign
But on my porch I post a sign
Watch out as you approach the Tree
For Christmas cords you may not see
The cords are very neatly placed
Upon each bough with care they're spaced
But one cord of necessity
Is placed upon the lawn by me
So it can reach a Source of Power
When time declares the Lights On hour
The mail arrives, I warn "Now, please,
Watch out or you could trip with ease"
The young man smiles, he says "I know
I'll watch exactly where I go."
My eyes glance down to watch his feet
Transfixed, I watch them quickly meet
A Christmas cord, somehow it moves
An inch away from well-worn shoes
He blithely moves upon his way
He's safe, but only for today
I'm waiting for Technology
To humanize my Christmas Tree
So it can wave it's boughs and talk
"This lawn has been MINED, please use the walk!"