Casting Down Golden Crowns
Post Christmas 2011.
Wreath of golden cones and glittery sticks
Materials hunted down in the eleventh hour
Midst of the bustle of a jolly holiday’s eve
A premium price needed to be paid
Then comes a fumbling twisting in a circle
But wait, no glue gun comes to the rescue
And when the handiwork finally completes
Alas! Gone are the celebrations of the day of St. Nick
p.s. Bonus points if you got the hymn reference.