Family and friends are pleasant to thee,
as we pretend to care about the Christmas tree,
yet all we want is each others company,
the most wondrous present, love, is free.

But is it free? For must not every leaf
change up their color, look for reprieve,
amongst the clutter of the calling freeze:
Those times alone, where we do as we please.

And once achieved, so do we believe,
that better off we be amongst the leaves
still upon the tree. But now we've fallen
upon hard pack, victims of freeze come calling.