Lo the skinny bone tree

You laid an egg, and so you bore me a baby boy with eyes of Mercury....

This morning I heard the nut singing an interesting variation of away in a manger. Transpires he had extrapolated his knowledge of the evil Lord Darth Vader to all lords, and thus the evil Lord Jesus was born. Presumably no crying he made because he was plotting bad deeds.

Anyhoo, lacking a hall as such the dining room was well decked in holly today. And ivy and a bit of fir tree I found. There's a lot of shrubbery in there. The nut has failed to notice the redistribution of baubles. He thinks the tree is beautiful.