My dear, I have loved you for so many days,
But the time has now come for a parting of ways.
I still find you beautiful; it’s not that at all.
You’re slender and graceful, shapely and tall.
You still light up my life—oh, very much so.
Watching you fills me with a warm, happy glow.
I still love your limbs, your trunk, and your smell,
And the way you wear your adornments so well.
But people are starting to look all askance
At what could become a May-December romance.
I’m afraid I’ve already held on for too long
To a love I increasingly know to be wrong.
So this is goodbye. We can no longer be.
I must take you down now, my dear Christmas tree.