A few years ago, I wrote a fun little poem about the last-minute purchase of
my Christmas tree, and a long time ago, I wrote about how my brothers and I used to sneak out after Mom and Dad went to bed on Christmas Eve to lay on the floor by the tree, talking until we fell asleep.
I wrote another Christmas poem back in 2002,* when I was living in Germany as an exchange student my senior year of high school:
