Twas The Night Before Disaster

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The tree was put up in the great room with care.

We decorated the tree until we thought it was fair.

The family was nestled all snug in their bed,

The cats on the couch, with their hair beginning to shed.

The pug snored abruptly in the room down below,

And the spiders roamed freely around the mistle toe.

Then from the great room their arouse such a clatter,

We arose from our bed to see what was the matter.

The cats scattered to this way and that,

But the pug continued to snore into her sleeping mat.

The tree we had bought was so great and so tall,

It was a behemoth that was admired by all.

Taller than two men the tree once stood,

Taller was better and better was good.

When we arrived in the great room to see what had occurred,

We looked on in horror and didn't say a word.

The great tree that once stood so mighty and tall,

Had broken through the floor and now was only two feet tall!

It took us the morning to clean up the mess,

And regret the tall trees which we used to obsess.
The hole in the floor was bigger than we imagined,

But with skill and ingenuity a solution was fashioned. 

So next year the tree will be in a difference place, 
It will be put in a corner without a lot of space.
Now there is one warning given by us and the pug:

Do not step in the center of our new great room rug.

Merry Christmas!