A Real Tree This Year

Let's dress you up to be seen.
I been waiting for this for this for 52 weeks.
I got feathers, gold and silver beads,
Garland enough to cover all six glorious feet of you.
I got a real tree this year--
Smells like menthols and old spice.
I got a real tree this year--
Took the fake one to the road side.
Tonight I'm putting you in bows,
A red velvet skirt, dripping you in gold.
I'll pour some wine and take my time,
Get the lights on your limbs just right.
I'll flock the hell out of you.
Haven't decided if you'll wear the crown or the big bright star,
But oh how you'll shine for me through the dark--
Your reflection in the window, you beautiful thing.
I'll take what I want your candy cane, my real Christmas tree.