Poor, poor pitiful me.
1. The Flirtin' Fir.
It sings, wiggles, bobs around (the marabou feathers add a lot with a kind of drifting effect) The star on the top -- slightly wonky off to the side --lights up. So do the bulbs all over it. And the ones on the base. The song is "Santa Baby" lithped in baby talk. We can get one phrase "Santa Baby" -- the rest is grating, high pitched gibberish. The boys press the on button to listen and try to figure out the lyrics. Often. **
The pink high heels. The random pink string. The glittering green cloth body. The not-quite-on-key horn accompaniment.
Thank you, L. I know where you live.
2. That puzzle.
1,500 pieces. The boy seems to be doing it. He's just messing up all the pieces I've turned over. I hate puzzles but I can't leave them alone.
3. YOU people.
I'm extending the contest a day or two. Granted, the entries I've gotten are pretty high quality, but more would be good.
Come on, ya lazy lubbers. If you don't enter, I know who you are. I'll randomly send one of you non-entrants the tree. Be afraid. To save yourself, enter. (Megan? Don't forget, I've now got your address at hand. No need to do the cyber-stalking thing.)
** Boy 1 looked up the lyrics. They're worse than we'd imagined.