Wreck the halls — bluebird of bitterness

My daughter did this when she was 2 years old. I had just finished decorating a beautiful Norfolk Pine. (We lived in England then.) I plugged in the lights and told my little darling “Don’t touch the tree!” “Okay Mama,” she said. Then I walked into the kitchen to start dinner. CRASH! I ran back […]

Wreck the halls — bluebird of bitterness

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