Hmmmm...

I have to assume that this tree was buried under a snow bank until this morning and it's not just someone who is really behind, but who's to say...


It reminds me of the Shel Silverstein poem, that I post here with no permissions whatsoever (but with all credit, respect and love)...

Merry

No one's hangin' stockin's up,
No one's bakin' pie,
No one's lookin' up to see
A new star in the sky.
No one's talkin' brotherhood,
No one's givin' gifts,
And no one loves a Christmas tree
On March the twenty-fifth.