MamaGrouch gave me a Christmas tree because our aforementioned sad little Charlie Brown Christmas tree is missing a foot.
What's that? I should take a picture of all it lit up? Would that I could.
I spent an hour and a half or so straightening the branches, fluffing them, making them even, lovingly stringing the lights upon its branches... Finally, I placed it on a little end table and got ready to plug in the lights.
Me: Hon! C'mere! I'm going to light the tree!
Android: You didn't test them first, did you?
And then, instead of mercilessly making fun of me, he came over, put his arm around my waist and started singing O Tannenbaum.
And that's why I love him.
Anyway, I have another set of lights in a box somewhere. At least I didn't decorate it first.
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