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'CHRISTMAS TREE'
A soliloquy to a Christmas icon. With apologies to Mr W. Shakespeare.
To tree, or not to tree, a Christmas question:
Whether ’tis cheaper braving queues to suffer
The aisles of Aldi paying near a fortune,
Or to wield saws ’midst a field of wild pines,
And by this shopping, spend: in debt, to reap
Rewards no more; no cash for gifts; a spare,
Sparse space beneath the boughs of steel or wood,
To greet young hearts? A loathsome circumstance
Devoutly to eschew. To lie and sleep,
To sleep, perchance to dream that Santa’s real.
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