We are putting up the Christmas tree. Remarkably and mercifully, this effort has not generated any of the gnashing of teeth or squabbling as it has in years past. The lights are on, the tinsel garland has been arranged, and the musical bears (loved by Offspring the third, although they set Herself's teeth on edge) have been installed amidst multiple reminders that permission must be gained before turning them on.
I have found Herself's very first ornament. The angel is missing one wing, but she still happily rides her green sleigh with her presents. A red thread helps to display her on the tree. She will be high up in the safety of the unreachable branches, and will gaze down upon us all.
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