I even had some help. George the Monkey is no “Helper Elm”*, but he really wanted to help me with the tree…until he got trapped in the tinsel.
Shoes, martinis and sparklies…a match made in heaven. “These are a few of my fav-or-ite things”...
My needs are simple, but I have to tell you, the sight of that sad little Charlie Brown tree when I opened my apartment door last night cheered me immeasurably. I think I’ll leave it up until it’s no longer therapeutically viable.
Maybe next year I’ll be ready for a live tree once more. This year though, I’m just glad that I don’t have to remember to water it and when I come back from Florida it won’t have shed all of its needles on the carpet nor become a fire hazard and burned the place down.
So, now I’m almost ready for Mom. Except, of course, now I have to clean up the mess I made and rearrange my closet…again.