Mom called: “Come over and get your Christmas present. It’s green,” adding a bemused half laugh to her statement.
I laughed as well. She always gives us a check so we can buy want we want.
Apparently this year green took on a new meaning. It was quite literal.
Mom decided the little palm tree plant that had fit so perfectly in the corner of her living room had outgrown its decorative touch.
What does one do with a largish palm tree plant that is unexpectedly gifted? Decorate it for Christmas, of course.
If we still have it by Easter we will be ready for Palm Sunday.