I have no photo of our Thank-God-It’s-Artificial tree with its lights on to share with you.
I haven’t put the lights on the tree yet. It is not a job I enjoy doing. In fact, it is a job that fills me with bitchiness and misery. I long for one of those pre-lit trees that greet me when I enter Home Depot, but Banjo Man’s tender real-tree-from-the-forest feelings must be respected.
I really intended to string the lights tonight, but instead I have chosen to drink margaritas and play music with Banjo Man.
We are practicing Christmas songs, so when Uncle George and Sarge arrive we can serenade them.