Christmas verse from 1959Dec 24, 2013 'Cy Cology'
Editor's note: The following letter, in poetic form, was published in The Ranger during the Christmas season of 1959. The writer was identified only as "Cy Cology."
I think that I shall never see,
a perfect, perfect Christmas tree,
a tree whose branches are just right,
not too loose and not too tight.
A tree (if it had ears) would snort
when one says its branches are too short,
"A tree that's not too this or that,
A tree that's not too thin or fat."
A tree that looks at God all day,
and lifts its needly arms to pray.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree.
A prayer I'll make on bended knees,
"Dear Lord, next year, please, please, please,
Four million perfect Christmas trees."