For My Wife, Who Truly Owns the Tree (and Me)

Posted on: 15/12/2025

Soft lights whisper through silver and white,
A winter’s calm glowing warm in the night.
Stars and snowflakes that brightly shine,
But for my dear wife — what’s yours is mine.

I hung the baubles (well… one or two),
You chose the rest — as you always do.
The tree looks perfect, I’ll happily agree,
Just don’t ask who untangled the lights… not me.