...And all through the house...
boxes upon boxes of Christmas Crap stacked
meant no room for a mouse...
There was no sleeping,
no sugar plum dreams,
as visions did dance,
of the months it takes it seems
to decorate all this Christmas Crap!
They started in October,
before the first snow fell,
pushing away leaves, and thinking,
"this Christmas decorating is surely hell".
Then came the snow, and an electrocution or two.
Followed by string upon string
of LED Blue.
Somethings not right
Tim said to Kevin one night,
"Santa still can't see the ranch,
even from heaven's flight!"
Kevin he groaned. "I'm over this Tim
Can't we go to a casino?
Give Lady Luck a spin?"
But off to Wal*Mart instead they went,
as Tim's credit rating plunged,
and ten thousand more lights
helped push away winter's grunge.
Inside the home,
A tree did take shape
And the real man's Christmas Village
rose up with fake glitter snowflakes.
With Beer! and Barbecue!
and No Dickens Ghost cries.
Peterbilts and Bud.
The best holiday Surprise!
Up went the stockings
With scotch tape and a swear
In the hope that by March
No one would care
That the tree was still up
And the Christmas lights still shone
Even as springs first tulips
Started to bloom
Because when Christmas Explodes
It creates such a mess
That it takes at least 6 months
To confront the great test
To pack it all up
To push away the mood
To find another storage locker
To find more room!
For July 4th is just a heartbeat away
The planning, the lighting,
The forecasting of just when
The whole process needs to start over again!
When will the snow fall from the sky
All in a quest
To make the season bright
To find in each little moment
Endless delight
Oh we love the holidays,
in a love-hate way
As each year Christmas gets
Ever more, way way gay.
Merry Christmas, from all of us...
To all of you!
From Tim and the Kevin and the rest of the folks who help make High Mountain Ranch the spectacle it's become.
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