A six foot faux pine and a half bottle of wine

Hello My darling family and loved ones, Its time for another seasonal blog, Well there you have it, our tree, Now naysayers, I am a staunch critic of fake christmas trees, And after setting one up I immediately wanted to head into the outback and hack me down a noble scotch pine, However I have but a
large kitchen knife and the only pine tree within 17,000 miles is one they keep in southbank which is protected by a large steel cage to keep the possums from picking thier teeth with it, Or could be to protect it from homesick canadians with complete contempt for authority, Now for those who say they are more convenient, I have never seen more needles that have fallen off this department store purchased bastard then any of the ones that My father managed to barely fit through the front door, which reminded me of mine and rowenas of why she felt the need to buy a 6 foot tree for our 9 foot apartment, which i remember arguments of my own parents of why my idiot dad bought a 20 foot tall tree for our livingroom, With considerable laughter and rearranging of our furniture, We managed to find a great spot for it, And then managed to finadle its miserable looking branches into proud and full boughs. It was festive fun fueled by a great cab sav mixed with copious amounts of bony m which played on despite my wifes bleeding ear canals. I managed to get all 20 songs from the net and it made me all think of you, I hope you know you are all in our hearts even though we are miles away, Let the lyrics and hymns of a long defunct disco trio unite us when we feel some what isolated on different continents, timezones and hemispheres. Now bask...bask in the glory of our 20.00+ ornament, for that price someone better...

Love you all.

Tigger and Wee