Christmas is a jolly time of year where people hug (shudder) and think about others. Me? I think about my poor new-favourite boots. I love those boots. In fact, I would rather have my old boots in mud than these ones but oh well. Most Christmas trees are four to five maybe six feet tall. Ours is Fourteen and ten inches. Great, isn't it. Don't worry we have lots of decor to put on the tree.

Anyway, I had to deal with finding my pops and everyone else only to have them drive away so I had to run up the hill to see them tying the frigging tree with dog leashes because they forgot the stupid ropes and bungee cords. Luckily, there was one bungee cord in the car, so I gave it to Chri. Then the tree kept leaning towards the right side of the car, which scared Ki. Funny thing was I was content writing my novel which is probably lost now by the stupid laptop shutting down on its own. Sometimes trees and computers don't mix.