The men in my house have done what I thought impossible. They've raised our artificial Christmas tree in this low-ceilinged house. Now we're going through the drama of the lights. It must be a guy thing this lighting of the tree. They never did understand why I wanted a pre-lit Christmas tree. The top of the tree is a bit smushed, as well as the branches in the back, and I'm not sure how the star will fit, but it's up. Amazing! The star is on and lit! It looks like it could puncture a hole in the ceiling but it's there and shining!
God is good.
From under the weeping willow,
beanscot
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