Friday, 30 November 2007
Christmas Trees and Angels Gone Awry...
Every time Berry successfully hung an ornament on a branch, she did a special jumping dance with her arms in the air and sang "I did it!" (which actually comes out as "Uh dii-it", but we know what she means).
We lost two ornaments to her enthusiasm, but undiluted joy is worth some broken wings, no?
The lone low-point of the night came when Nathan tried to get Berry to help him put the "angel" on top of the tree. His family has been using this thing as a tree-topper since he was a kid, and I call it the Feral-Rabbit-Angel. If that doesn't give you a clue as to its unloveliness, let me elaborate: it's a ceramic hare with a rather leery, disturbing face, dressed in long white and red velvet angel robes. It's all wrong.
Berry took one look at it and her face crumpled. She did no-no-no hands and came running to me and clung to my neck for a long time, sobbing. It was very sad.
If I can climb up on a chair (that is an "if", these days) I'll try to get a photo of it up there. You'll see what I mean.