We got our Christmas tree today. I hauled out the ornaments and got it trimmed in true redneck fashion... colored lights and all. It smells divine, just like a real tree ought to. It's from Oregon, by the way.
In the spirit of the season, I decided to watch my favorite movie of all time tonight: "It's A Wonderful Life".
Seems like when the oldest granddaughter was here Thanksgiving Day and hooked up her Wii, she somehow unhooked my DVD player. I have no idea how to fix it.
Amber? If you know what's good for you, you'll get that fixed, or your Grandma will lose what Christmas spirit she's stirred up thus far. And that means no Christmas present.
Christmas without George Bailey just isn't Christmas.