My favorite thing about Christmas is ASHLEY

Twas the month before Christmas and all through the kitchen

Ashley was singing, and not thinkin' of quitin'

And I in my PJ's had just said 'Bon giorno'

to a long song filled Christmas with Ashley Bontorno

When suddenly Ashley stopped all her chatter

So quick that I jumped to see what was the matter

"Pete, this Christmas might not be any fun,"

She said, "If we don't have a tree of our own!"

So I said, "Don't you worry and we took to the hills

By some guy's house with a saw and a place to drop bills

And we found us a tree, 'Twas a cute one,' she said,

I think 'cause it wasn't much over her head

And she named him Charley and we drove him home

And decorated him up and that's the end of my poem.