For the most part the Christmas Tree has remained unscathed. With the exception of a few ornamental massacres and one scalped Santa.
I have been blaming the kids for eating the candy canes and leaving the wrappers all over the place.
I now know why there are no candy canes left on the bottom half of the tree
And the source of the suspiciously fragrant mystery gas is revealed
"It is MY candy cane!"
"I didn't steal it off the tree like Bonnie Brat does...but I have no problems cleaning up the mess she leaves behind"
Speaking of behinds, peppermint doesnt a sweet smelling doggie toochis make.
On the contrary, it is akin to death. A choking green cloud of death.
"But hey, at least my breath is minty fresh!"
Yep, time to take the Christmas Tree down.