He made it up the drive in his little Mini.
The tree is erect, perfectly placed and not listing,
The lights are hung...wait aren't a few missing?
The stockings are hung on a patio chair, in the hopes that they will air.
The scent of mothballs and pine is not divine.
The decorations are airing as well, you see, in the hopes their mothball aroma will also flee.
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