Sizing up the enemy

Ella has not really known what to make of our Christmas tree. In all fairness, it is 10 feet tall, glows like a meteor and radiates a level of heat that actually raises the temperature in the house a few degrees. That and it's prickly.

Well, I thought I would formally introduce her tonight.

Here it is in a "What's Ella Thinking?" format.




"Dude...don't touch me."





"Has anyone told you how freakishly tall you are?"





"Ooooooo. Bright lights!"





"Aw man. There's not anything to be afraid of!"