Putting Up The Christmas Tree

Mama was not a happy camper. Little Guy knew this right away. He sat in the dining room and looked toward the Christmas Tree in the living room. Mama's glasses were perched on her nose and her hands were searching among the tree's branches.

"It shouldn't be this hard to find a plug," Mama said. "You'd think they'd make it easy. It's supposed to be easy. Just plug in a few strands and the lights twinkle on."

Mama searched a little more. Her head slipped under the branches. She sat back in frustration.

"The top of the tree looks wonderful," Little Guy said in an effort to cheer her up.

"You're right," she said. "But the bottom half has no working lights. I've got two things that need to plug in somewhere. There has to be somewhere to plug them in. But where? They didn't just disappear between last year and this year!"

Mama's hands searched the tree trunk once again. She pulled her hands out and looked.

"And to make it even worse, I think I'm allergic to this tree. Who is allergic to an artificial tree? We have an artificial tree so we won't all sneeze our way through Christmas day. But look at this." Mama held her arms out for Little Guy and Sunshine to see. "I've got red splotches everywhere. It's got to be the tree."

"We need Christopher," Mama said with a sigh. Little Guy and Sunshine nodded in agreement. Christopher is a lot of fun. He fishes and hunts and plays ball. There's always something to do when Christopher comes to stay.

"Let's call him Mama," Little Guy suggested. "Maybe he can come right away."

Mama shook her head. "He's in school in South Carolina. He won't be here until Christmas. And that's way too late. No, I'm afraid it's just us. We're going to have to find the plugs on our own."

Little Guy went to stand on one side of the tree. Sunshine stood on the other side. They looked and looked. Still no plugs.

"Mama, maybe we need to take a break. We could have a snack then come back and find the plugs."

Sunshine agreed and headed toward the snack cabinet. Little Guy followed. Mama frowned, then stood up and headed after them. They all had a snack. Of course afterwards Little Guy and Sunshine needed a nap.
Poor Mama. As Little Guy's eyes closed he watched her still trying to find the plugs in the tree.

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