Rushing things a little,
Our Christmas tree is up,
Simple this time, no ornaments,
Kind of the way I like it, but that’ll change.
Hushing things a little,
My dog is a pile of paws,
Down for the night, couch bound,
Just the way he likes it and there is no change coming.
Pushing things a little,
Fighting the urge to go to bed
I’ll sit here looking at the tree
Then I’ll follow my dog’s lead and head to bed.