'Why on earth do I subject myself to this torture?", I asked myself this morning when the tree came crashing down yet again. 'Never again", I informed the kids, "by the time you get home, the tree will be gone, and I will never get you another one."
I meant every word. Strictly speaking, Christmas is not even 'my' holiday, and none except the Christian households even have a tree.
By the time I put the tree together again, my anger had dissipated. After all, it is traditions that sustain us, and knocking down the tree is a tradition too.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
|The Tree in all its glory, after being dressed by the kids!|
|With the lights on- kid wandered into the pic!|
|The Angle of Choice!|
My favourite ornament- a gift from
an Austrian friend.