Yes, there sits Jack, minding his own drool. Yes, that is the Christmas tree toppled over within inches of him. All I did was nestle a gift under it. I told my friend Deb who just happened to drop by that I consider this my "sign and wonder" regarding Christmas trees. As I texted to Andy after the little logging accident in the living room, "momma is done with the Christmas tree ritual." Bah humbug. Jesus is the only "Branch" I need hanging around my house, anyway.
Way to stay composed in the midst of mayhem, Jack. Love you.
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