The lights are in a tangle;
They're like this every year.
I might as well get at it
before Mom finds out I'm here.

It's always been my job
to straighten out the lights.
I volunteered at ten years old
and was probably not too bright.

Since then, it's become a tradition
I used to love to keep.
But when I found out it was work,
out of the house I'd creep.

Mom would always find me
and say, "Tim, you know it's time."
And back to those old tangled lights
I'd go and play sublime. 

I'm just the little old Christmas elf
who gets the lights undone.
I should trade jobs with Santa;
at least I'd have more fun.

I've been at it since Thanksgiving
and now the lights are done.
They're on the decorated tree
and burning....every one!

I guess I'll get on home now
Christmas Eve is almost nigh.
I need to make a deal with Brian
about untangling all my lights!

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
December 12, 2004
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