Christmas Tree.
By Judy Story
@jstory07 (146841)
Roseburg, Oregon
December 7, 2025 12:59am CST
A bee flew in my Christmas Tree.
I do not want a free bee in my tree.
The bee left the tree and flew on my knee.
I pleaded with the bee to leave.
Nestle is its name.
Nestles the bee threw kisses at me.
I pleaded with the bee to leave.
Nestle flew out the door.
I sure was glad not sad to see Nestle leave.
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@RasmaSandra (91580)
• Daytona Beach, Florida
3h
I love the rhythm to your poem. Now what you need are Hershey kisses,
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Very cute.
@LindaOHio (207701)
• United States
15h
Another cute poem. I hope you have a lovely Sunday.
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@jstory07 (146841)
• Roseburg, Oregon
3m
It has been a great day. It stopped raining long enough to go for a walk.
@arunima25 (92703)
• Bangalore, India
15h
That's nice!
And on lighter note, glad that it threw kisses. It actually kissing would not have been fun
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@crossbones27 (51776)
• Mojave, California
19h
Is that why they call you Honey? Come on that was a good one.
Nice little ditty there miss lady.
Nice little ditty there miss lady.1 person likes this
