A Mid-Life Christmas

Husbands please be patient
I know we now both agree
Your wife is far from perfect
Just like your Christmas tree

Our needles are brown and shedding
Our bottoms have grown too wide
Once firm branches are now drooping
Too tattered for trimmings to hide

Don’t look too close is now our plea
Your search might be mistaken
And please don’t look around fretting
“All her youth has now been taken”

Let the wise farmer prune and weed
Be patient and explain with glee
“I’ve been given a perfect wife
For she is all God Knows I need