Molly talked me into setting up our Christmas tree today.
According to the date on the box, this tree is now 10 years old. I got it on Black Friday in 2002 on impulse to decorate our old apartment. It has become a tradition to unwrap the box and assemble it, matching the letters to the right levels, jiggling the little metal hooks into the trunk, opening out the bendable branches. It's really horrible --not exactly a walk through a snowy tree farm to cut our own -- yet a tradition nonetheless.
This is the first year Molly has been able to help me jiggle in the metal hooks to put the branches on. Just like in the olden days, right? She was also able to help with the lights. Voila!
Kate missed the fun because she was napping. That's OK. Kate makes her own fun.
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