We put our Christmas tree up yesterday. It was a great day for the boys. They went with us to pick it out, helped put ornaments on it, and helped make popcorn strings to decorate it. We unplugged it after they went to bed.
John got up first this morning and ran into the living room to see the tree. He then promptly ran back to our room where he first demanded breakfast (priorities people), then told us with great concern, “The Cwismas tree is dead.”