The Perfect Christmas Tree

So, there's a story that goes with this fine specimen. First of all, my brother posing as my sister-in-law (I should have known Marissa would never be so MEAN to me) mocked me for not posting a picture of our tree after bragging that we'd found the PERFECT TREE. The problem was that I'd forgotten to take one. So we finally brought the tree into the house and stuck the post from the tree stand up the little hole we drilled in it's Christmas Tree bum. There it stayed for a week or so, waiting for us to decorate it. Last night, I finally decided that I was ready. Now, it's my job to put the lights on the tree, because I like lots of lights. And Merle and I always "discuss" which lights go on the tree, because I like all blue lights, and he likes colored lights. When we were first married, we decided that we'd switch lights every other year so we'd both get to have the lights we wanted. This year, Merle was sleeping, so I pulled out the blue lights and started at the bottom of the tree (see picture). This was fine until I RAN OUT OF BLUE LIGHTS!!!! There was no way that I was going to go buy more lights at that time of night, and the option of taking off all the lights that I'd so carefully put on the tree was equally unlikely. So this year, instead of having either blue or colored lights, we get both. How's that for compromise? This year we really, really have the PERFECT TREE. Well, I guess we each get half of a perfect tree. Except Kiera. The whole thing's perfect to her. She doesn't understand what's so funny.

**Oh yeah, did you notice our star? It's a little tipsy. Kinda looks like something straight from Whoville, doesn't it?