R: Put Up the Tree After Halloween

A Guardian’s Christmas in Wales

Tonight we gather in a room,

Full of joy and without gloom,

To imbibe our pleasures plenty

Throughout the halls of York 220.

Fed’ralists both young and old

Gather hence for scores untold:

Wondrous tales, told very highly

By Mr. Niño and Mr. Riley.

Following their fond goodbyes,

We’ll proceed to shift our eyes

To that ‘pon which we disagree:

When should come the Christmas tree?

Those who shout out, “‘Tis the season!”

Past a timeframe of good reason

Will prefer th’affirmative claim:

Despite the month, the tree must remain.

The negative folks who want for jolly

Yearn for mistletoe and holly

Only when the Advent comes

To our humble Christian homes.

Can we celebrate a day

That lasts so brief, then flies away?

Should the stars and lights be seen

Following our Halloween?

As we ponder questions dearly,

We may know of one thing clearly:

While the Chairman’s voice booms deep,

The Scrivener rests in quiet sleep.