And a dragon in a spruce tree...

It's two days before Christmas,

and my schedule is laggin',

But at least the Yule tree is up,

Complete with a dragon!

Yes, the children are nestled

all snug in my head,

My inner 3-year-old,

(obviously) never quite fled.

Thus, the garden fairy twinkled

her sweet little nose,

And fashioned this tree from

whatever she chose.

It's dressed all in feathers,

from it's tip to its root.

Some think it's Pagan,

others think it's a hoot.

It has gold-sprayed hydrangeas,

bittersweet and faux cherry, 

and a Spruce-Crested Whatchamacallit,

made by my friend Mary.

(Okay, the faux cherries are really oranges, but that doesn't rhyme, so work with me here.)

And a little old bluebird,

I fashioned of clay,

Though as a gift for a friend,

It's soon flying away.

So if you're being too serious,

as you approach Christmas Day,

Remember life is mysterious,

And we all came to play!

Happy Yuletide to all, and to all a good night!