We bought a Christmas tree at Home Depot while waiting for Mom to finish with a client who wanted to buy a lot of carpet. Then we had lunch at Bob Evans.
Now the parents are Magyver-ing a tree stand out of a one gallon bucket, some bricks, and scrap wood; we haven’t had a tree in like ten years and couldn’t find the real stand. It’s testing the strength of our family bonds.
Boy, that sounds like a redneck Christmas. Does it change the story if i say that the tree is blocking an over-full bookcase and sits in front of a flat screen TV that confounds me when I try to use it?