So, without further ado, our first artificial Christmas tree. Eryn was surprised to see that trees can come in boxes, as well as be made into them.
She lobbied for stopping right here and decorating instead. It was just her height.
Bell! Tree! Woof! Ahh....Ghost of Christmases to Come!
Little known fact about my family Christmas - the angel is not white. My mother spent a significant amount of time finding one that wasn't. Yesterday I was accused of being "the most PC" person in my group - I'm not sure if this supports that fact, or negates it. If anyone had been around the year I put a picture of my adopted (Korean) sister on top of the tree, they'd probably feel it was the later.
Certain forms of commercialism are not to be ignored - such as any form that promotes Marvin the Martian. As someone who wants to destroy earth with his death rays, he is the perfect saint of redemption to hang on your tree. If only I had a Bugs Bunny as Christ ornament. That's the Iludium-236 Explosive Space Modulator in his left hand.
Did I mention I have many Marvin the Martian ornaments?
Many.
And what tree would be complete without a thumbbody ornament from one's distant past. That's right - I posted my fingerprint on the web. Just try and use it - smudgy paper, covered by a bird, and totally lacking the several deep lines I put into both thumbs getting my carving merit badge - I bet the cops will laugh you out of town.
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