Homer’s Little Helper

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!)

Anyway…

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!

Love,

Homer (and little Savannah)