Oh Christmas Table....

Oh Christmas Table, Oh Christmas Table,
We eat dinner on you all year long.
Oh Christmas Table, Oh Christmas Table,
You hold our gifts now as I sing this song.

Where oh where is Mr. Bruises? I asked him two weeks ago to find and bring up our tree so that I no longer have a Christmas Table. It's not like we have a real tree and actually decorate it. It's a prelit pencil tree.

So, this is what I get for being early for once. A Christmas Table.