My friend Helen Sue sent me a photo of her Christmas tree which is stunning in spite of the fact it was completely constructed of beer bottles – I think that German lager, the name of which escapes me at the moment.
She said it took her husband, Bubba, all weekend, but he finally got the tree put up.
I’m thinking Bubba needs a hobby, other than beer drinking. My guess is he justifies his imbibing by blaming it on the tree.
“Helen Sue, gotta run to the store for another six-pack – just for the tree, of course,” he yells, as he walks out the door, humming “Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, how lovely are your bottles.”
Oh the things we do in the name of Christmas!