You heard me say on the radio that our six-year-old had named our Christmas tree Larry. I also mentioned my wife had yet to put up another, a tree she had gotten from her mother.
My son stated it be called Bob. In order to make our son ponder, I asked if he knew for sure that the tree was another boy. Then the name Lulu was suggested. Both kids liked it.
Thus, our family’s Christmas Family begins with Larry and Lulu.
Time will tell…
Here’s a picture of Larry, by the way.