Poppy, Leftwing Idiot and I went to get a Christmas tree this evening. My wheelchair came in handy for getting it back to the castle.
But there was a slight glitch – I kept head-butting it all the way home, accompanied by my tics singing along:
“Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree, why are you so prickly?”
The tree certainly was a prickly, but I made it home without injury.
Poppy’s just decorated it and it looks lovely.
I’m going to work on not head-butting it anymore!
“There’s a Christmas tree counting down the minutes to my death.”