This tree is taller than everything we have in the house. Yet Father (the second) is quite tall as well, so we possess no climbing aids in our home.MY THUMB OUT!No. Not really.Ha!You thought of something extremely rude just now, didn't you."It's better if it's bigger!"When I was younger, Father couldn't reach the top by himself. So he bestowed the honor of placing the star on top to me (although at the time I do admit that made me elated).I, Giorno Giovanna, am fifteen years old.Oh, who could that be?Giorno!INTO YOUR EYE...This is the source of my December blues.So says Father (the first) who purchases a tree taller than his 6'5" frame.Here, Giorno.bing-bongWITH A PUNCH!Our home is no different.Around this season, I have a particular domestic affair that is making me blue every December. AND JAB THROUGH!Father (the second)All done! All that's left is the star on top!This is my father (the first).But now I've reached this age, this deed is starting to depress me.Many households I'm sure are doing their Christmas preparations in December.Need a hand?STICK!!No thank you.Even so, I don't want to use my Stand for something so trivial. Perhaps someday I'll graduate to a height to do this by myself and make Father proud.
