Christmas musings

This morning as I was finishing my breakfast, Luke was walking around the Christmas tree pointing out all the ornaments he likes (he does this at least once a day.) This morning he was touching a few ornaments, and in the process he touched the garland that's on our tree. He happened to touch a spot where two pieces connect, and they fell off the branch. He looked at me and said, "Mommy, your scarf fell down." Once I looked up and understood what he meant, I said, "You mean the Christmas tree scarf?" So, I guess from now on Christmas tree garland will be called the Christmas tree scarf in the Chumley house!