The Grand Doug
The fir that is grand
The fir that is not
Not fir not hemlock
Not cedar or pine
Together we bind them
In a Yule tree fine,
Proud we stand them
In a corner of wood
Glowing golden
The color of home
By the table of candles
Lit in the gloam,
Lights are strung
Across their mingled boughs
Red and orange
Green and blue
Ruby poinsettias
On the lowest tier
Afloat they ring
The trees with cheer,
Snowflake garlands
Spiral down
As if a fluffy
Rope of snow
With shining snowflakes
Gold, silver, and white
Ornaments shine
Gleam and glitter bright
Quietly lie
In holiday splendor
Jump out at eyes in colors bold
Icicles fringe the tree
New and old
Tis the Yule tree known as
The Grand Doug!
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