Friday night we gathered after work to trim the Christmas tree - an evening together as a “family”, before being scattered to the four winds. Sherry and Sandra expertly wrapped the tree in lights and the guys made them dance to music - the lights that is, not Sherry and Sandra. The rest of us hung decorations, though I dare say we did a poor job of it. Makes sense, we’d all been drinking. Even the star on top looks tipsy.
-Ship's Councilor
2 comments:
I'll have to recompile the tree to get the lights flashing!
Just so long as it's only the lights flashing.
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