t was now July. <br />He had bought in December <br />an artificial Christmas tree. <br />It was festooned <br />with abandoned spider webs... <br />but the lights still <br />blinked on and off.. <br />In his evening windows <br />they gave passersby <br />a sudden cheer.<br /><br />Saiom Shriver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-tree-in-july/
