Trimming The Tree--1970's

 
Dad used to trim the tree, alright-- with a chainsaw.
We always trudged out on the worst weather day, to buy the ugliest tree there was.
My brother, sister and I, held the trunk, steady, laughing,
while Dad sawed off branches, drilled holes
and superglued them into their new places
along the trunk.
 
I asked him, years later, why such a production?
He replied "Because it wouldn't have been any fun, if the weather and tree were perfect ."
Perhaps, much of life could be summed up as such, but we still find a way to laugh about it, eventually.