Thievery Thursday, Christmas Edition

In search of the perfect Christmas tree, and Debbie Dee was down.

"I'll never find the tree for me, I've searched all over town."

"The first was too skinny, and it's needles were so sharp!"

"The second one was blurry, and was smaller than a harp."
Though the third had many branches and a trunk that was quite fit,
Debbie Dee said sadly, "It's too small if one man can lift it."
"Maybe Christmas isn't about the tree." Thought Debbie,
"Maybe it's something more."
Then she heard a rap tap tappy tapping at her door.
"I heard you were downhearted, that you needed a good tree,
so I chopped this down and brought it straight to you, Debbie."
"A tree like this belongs in the home of one such as you,
let us put it in your den and cover your rugs with pitchy goo!"
"Hooray!" exclaimed our Debbie, "Tis the greatest tree of all!"
She photographed that handsome woodsman, next to the tree so tall.