19 January 2016
Story #795
R. Linda:
We have been remiss in taking down the Christmas tree. Yes, it is past the time, the Feast of the Epiphany, to be exact, 12 nights after Christmas. All of us have made remarks in passing, like, "Tomorrow I am taking down the tree," me wife said. Two days later, "Oh, I just didn't have the time. Maybe tomorrow," was also said by the wife. Then there was me Mam, "Dear meself, make a noot to take doon da tree." Then a few days later, she comes back with, "I just doont noo where I left dat noot to meself and wot it said."
Well, I wasn't taking down the tree, that was for sure. Here I was, hobbling around with rods in me leg and THE APPLIANCE in me knee. During all this procrastination, the three boyos never indicated they heard about the tree coming down one way or the other. As far as me two oldest were concerned, it could stay up until next Christmas. But a particular something was going on inside the head of me youngest. He ignored his mother's threat to take it down, but he didn't Mam's. He has become very attached to her these days, and I wouldn't have noticed anything if it wasn't for her last remark with him standing there, actually listening to her. His eyes were slits in his head as he turned and looked at the lighted tree as if he were sizing it up. I should have been more observant when he walked over, gave out a big sigh, and looked at it from top to bottom. But I was clueless, all concerned with meself and me leg, that I didn't think anything of it.
A day later, we awoke to the sound of crashing glass. I will say that having to rush out of bed, grab a walker, and shuffle meself to the sound was a dangerous thing. I almost collided with Mam as she came out of her bedroom, throwing on her robe. Tonya, not far behind us, was muttering about break-ins.
I needn't have worried about that being out in the middle of nowhere because it wasn't a break-in. It was a tree being taken down. We found the Christmas tree sprawled all over the living room floor. It looked like a wrestling match had taken place, and we had no idea if the cats had tried to climb it or what exactly had happened. However, we hadn't far to look. There, sprawled on the floor, all worn out from his desire to help "take down the tree" (quite literally) was this:
R. Linda:
We have been remiss in taking down the Christmas tree. Yes, it is past the time, the Feast of the Epiphany, to be exact, 12 nights after Christmas. All of us have made remarks in passing, like, "Tomorrow I am taking down the tree," me wife said. Two days later, "Oh, I just didn't have the time. Maybe tomorrow," was also said by the wife. Then there was me Mam, "Dear meself, make a noot to take doon da tree." Then a few days later, she comes back with, "I just doont noo where I left dat noot to meself and wot it said."
Well, I wasn't taking down the tree, that was for sure. Here I was, hobbling around with rods in me leg and THE APPLIANCE in me knee. During all this procrastination, the three boyos never indicated they heard about the tree coming down one way or the other. As far as me two oldest were concerned, it could stay up until next Christmas. But a particular something was going on inside the head of me youngest. He ignored his mother's threat to take it down, but he didn't Mam's. He has become very attached to her these days, and I wouldn't have noticed anything if it wasn't for her last remark with him standing there, actually listening to her. His eyes were slits in his head as he turned and looked at the lighted tree as if he were sizing it up. I should have been more observant when he walked over, gave out a big sigh, and looked at it from top to bottom. But I was clueless, all concerned with meself and me leg, that I didn't think anything of it.
A day later, we awoke to the sound of crashing glass. I will say that having to rush out of bed, grab a walker, and shuffle meself to the sound was a dangerous thing. I almost collided with Mam as she came out of her bedroom, throwing on her robe. Tonya, not far behind us, was muttering about break-ins.
I needn't have worried about that being out in the middle of nowhere because it wasn't a break-in. It was a tree being taken down. We found the Christmas tree sprawled all over the living room floor. It looked like a wrestling match had taken place, and we had no idea if the cats had tried to climb it or what exactly had happened. However, we hadn't far to look. There, sprawled on the floor, all worn out from his desire to help "take down the tree" (quite literally) was this:
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| Yup, passed out from the exertion |
We have learned not to talk in front of little ears because now we have smashed ornaments and quite a cleanup. He's just fine and very proud of himself, the wee hooligan that he be. He did his part, and well, we get the mess. Hey, at least the tree is down and put away!
Gabe
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Gabe
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lololololololol that'll teach you all.
ReplyDeleteLMAO for a kid with a baby doll face, he's a take charge kind of guy! He got tired of hearing about the tree and did a paul Bunyan. Tiring work!
ReplyDeleteYou work that laddie to hard, LOL.
ReplyDeleteMust have wiped the poor wee lad out taking that, what must seem to him, huge Christmas Tree down. Good boy! LOL
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