So, anyway, I got him home (Mr Tree, that is), suggested he slip into something more comfortable, we had a discussion about how much he'd like off the top (I swear EVERY YEAR they grow a foot taller between the Christmas Tree Farm and my lounge), and then I judiciously wielded the lopper.
I gave him a drink. He began to relax. Started to look, oh, you know, a bit Bob Geldorf.
So that's when daughter and I really went to work on him.
And see? They can be taught!
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6 comments:
Oh he looks lovely.....the tinsel really suits his shape and complexion!
He was the perfect gentlemen, we gave him all that to hold and still hasn't complained.
The thing is it was a bit sappy, just didn't want to part after having a few moments to bond...
I love Christmas but I'd really like to do the German thing of putting the tree up on Christmas Eve, all twinkly and romantic. But because I can't bear the sight of a tree all forlorn and bereft of presents, I always want to take it down after the Queen's speech - but have never been allowed to!
I suppose I'd better think about a tree sometime soon, there will be have small people around who will expect it and won't accept my feeble arguments.
Yes, he's unbending nicely now. I think he appreciated the attention. And he must be happy here, because he's started to accumulate presents for us.
He looks wonderful, and I'm sure he smells great too.
Ooh a proper tree! Haven't had one of those for years, ever since we had to re-paint the ceiling when the tree proved too tall. Plus, every year they died, and shed needles, and clogged up the vacuum cleaner, which had to be replaced... cue a visit to Argos a few years ago, and a re-usable plastic tree!
Plus, this way the cats are less inclined to eat it.
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