It began the moment the tree came out its box. Tux scrambled up each section as fast as Tom could attach it to the sections below.
|If you look closely you can see Tux - he's |
about halfway up on the left side of the trunk.
|He looks comfortable, doesn't he?|
|I found this ornament - or what was left of it - on the floor|
between the washing machine and our second refrigerator.
Then suddenly one day Tux tired of the tree, its intriguing ornaments, and its intimidating skirt. Just like that he moved on…I think he's saving himself for our Easter baskets.