You didn’t think I’d actually let my poor, mistreated children go without a tree this year, did you?
Oh, sure, I ripped the skin off of four fingers, at least, untangling all the pre-lit, pre-tangled lights, complete with clips and twine, and then clipping on more lights, and sure, there clearly aren’t enough lights at the top to match the rest of the tree, but you know what? The children love it. And they can’t see to the top, anyhow.
Christmas season may now officially start. And this guy’s pretty happy about that. Or about pooping. Or maybe about his train book. He’s pretty universally happy, is what I’m saying.