I feel like shaking a bat'leth over my head, screaming "Qapla'!"
Five years or so ago, we decided to retire our big Christmas tree. We packed it away in storage, in more than one box (do NOT ask me why--I've forgotten what passed for reasoning), when we packed away our baby-proof fencing. We got a 3' tree that stood atop the stereo for the Christmas after we removed the fencing, and got the kittens.
Partially because we didn't trust the kittens, but mostly because there simply wasn't room for the tree.
Well, with the new house, we have room. More than enough room, even. So we went hunting for the tree. Odysseus found one part of it on Wednesday (I think--don't quote me on that; it was a long day), I found another part yesterday, and had the imp haul both pieces in from the garage, and put them in the corner behind Odysseus's recliner.
We'd found the bottom and the middle. I had high hopes of finding the top and feet in one of the boxes still in the garage.
And so we did.
And so the tree is put together, and standing, and plugged in.
Tomorrow, we have to go buy more things to add to the decorations we have. Because we absolutely do not have enough, not of garland, and not of baubles.
But for tonight, I'm just going to bask in the success of simply finding the whole thing.
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