Our Christmas tree is one of those pre-lit
Numbers that we got on sale, and every year
We calculate how much dough we saved with it.
This December, several rogue bulbs we’re
Officially too tired to seek out extinguished
Themselves and most of their circuit neighbors, leaving
Two thirds of our arbor lucidly distinguished
From the dimmed fraction near the bottom. Retrieving
The culpable bulbs–I’m not seeing that
Happen. We discussed tonight how next year’s tree
Could be a mix of the hangers-on and the fat
Colored lights I loved when I was three.
We watch our Charlie Brownier tree half-shine.
We’ll prize the light we have on our bargain pine.
