It’s that time of the year again. Christmas is around the corner and the time has come for Yours Truly’s yearly ritual of assembling the family Christmas Tree.
Of course, I am an old-hand at putting the tree up, as you can see from my exploits in Italy here and in Singapore here, here and here…
|…but the darn thing doesn’t get any easier as the years go by!|
|Where the heck do I start?|
|After more than an hour or so, I’d only managed to complete the first tier. As you can see, I was looking pretty forlorn.|
|By the time I had got to the damned lights, I was downright despondent!|
|Suddenly I had a brainwave! Why don’t I get some help from my little sister?|
|I took Savannah’s answer to mean “Yes Homer, I’d be delighted to help you.”|
|So, while Savannah got on with sorting out the lights, I ‘retrieved’ the Christmas Tree baubles.|
Look at my, ahem, ‘shiny red balls’.
|I took my time to sniff and lick my ‘shiny red balls’ before deciding to hang them up on the Christmas Tree. [The Missus: “WHAT?!?”]|
|As you can see, Savannah did a great job of helping me decorate the Christmas Tree.|
|We also had a great time hanging out together.|
|Look at how she tried to roll over to give me a big hug.|
|I tried to teach her how to do it. (But we ended up going in different directions!)|
|We were both so proud of our first joint effort in putting up the Christmas Tree.|
I look forward to many more years of having my darling little sister help me out!
Homer (and little Savannah)