We put up a new tree last night.
Assuming it would fit, we put it together, and noticed the top branch was about to poke through the top of the ceiling. But, hey…things happen.
The real dilemma is we can’t fit the star on top. Every year, Griffin hangs the gold star over the top branch, but this year…
It didn’t happen.
He got on his dad’s shoulders, but couldn’t make it fit. Greg tried. I tried. Hayden tried, too, sort of. He kept shouting “push harder, Gwiffin!” Short of cutting a hole through the plaster, it’s just not reasonably possible. So, we’re working on plan B.
In the meantime, the star is sitting next to the kitchen sink.
Ho Ho Ho.