Our Christmas Tree

Our Christmas tree
By Michael A Gelb

After we were married and Christmas would come near,
We would go buy a tree and my wife would dress it with care.
All through the holidays it stood straight and tall,
After the holidays I would drag it out through the hall.
I would drag it through the hall and down the stairs,
Balls and lights breaking all the way, but who cares.
My wife would ask, are you crazy,
I would say no this way was easy and I was just lazy.
Year after year buying a new tree, new lights and balls,
End of the season and there I go dragging the tree through the halls.
When we moved to our own home we had a tree for Christmas day,
End of the season I opened the door and out went the tree the same old way.
My wife and daughters said I was crazy and no more,
No more will a tree go out the door.
The next year there was a fake tree on Christmas day,
After the season they told me to keep away.
The family would say how crazy and about the extra money,
My only thought that it was funny.
So every Christmas stands a fake tree,
No more trees out the door by me.

Death Door

Deaths Door
by Michael A Gelb

Every night I go to bed,
I could have one last thought in my head.

I have sleep apnea where I can lose my breath,
One night it could be the cause of my death.

There was a time my wife would hear my gasping for air,
My wife would roll me over or wake me out of fear.

Now alone without my wife,
Any night could be an end to my life.

I’m not afraid if I should die,
We will be together again my wife and I.

No one to hear me gasp or hear me snore,
No one here to keep me from deaths door.