Tis the season to bustle about and get a tree no doubt.
We Reinhards like to get a real one for sure
but not really one that smells like manure.
Manure? you ask with a tilt of your head,
Yes, that's the smell that we dread.
We cut a beautiful fresh tree down,
loaded it up and headed to town.
Excitement filled the air as we drug it inside
Then what should we smell? oh yuck, we all sighed!
The smell of our dear ol' Greeley
Coming into our house with our tree, now really.
Perhaps next year we will trek to the mountains and behold fresh smelling trees,
But for now we will smile and enjoy our tree that has the faint smell of cows in the breeze!
1 comment:
I feel so blessed that the day we brought home our tree there was no Greeley or Lasalle smell! And that I can start reading your blog!
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