Too busy this time of year, to even must a little cheer. I did however hope to see your branches flowing free. I missed my Halloween, thus not interested in the Christmas theme. But I had always expected you to brighten the halls with your bright Christmas balls. I'd always seem to bump into you thinking you might be a Yew. But alas for the moment I am denied, wishing the Silver Steed for a prize. One day it’s bound to come true with your branches of different colored hue. Oh, Christmas Tree the bank seems so bare without thy branches green and fair. I anxiously await your presence to annoy some of us peasants, filling our bank with your lush branches and stammering our advances....
