Upon Grandma's tree you'll find me perched,
A little uncomfortable with a branch up my skirt,
I survey the world before my eyes,
Some of it catches me by surprise,
There's pictures with tinsel & baubles galore,
Presents for all & food, even more,
"It all smells so wonderful", I think with lust,
But then I'm distracted by a layer of dust,
It sits upon the opposite bookshelf,
Who's going to clear it? It'll have to be herself,
I can't reach it from here you see,
I'm Angel Gabriel & I'm on the top of the tree!
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