Okay, not me. Daddy and Mommy and Wyatt did all the work. I just sat there with Grampa, mesmerized by the lights.
Did I mention this tree has lights? Because it has lights. I know, because I stared at the lights all day long. They're white and they light up. And there's a bunch of them, strings and strings of lights, all lit up, lighting up everything around them.
Like my eyes.
That was cheesy. My bad.