“Just because mom said she wasn’t buying a tree doesn’t mean we can’t have one,” his sister said.
Owl couldn’t disagree and kept on threading popcorn. They found an old box of lights in the attic. Every third bulb was burnt out, but when his sister finished string them around the short, scraggly pine tree in the front yard, you could hardly tell.
“Are you done yet?” she asked.
Owl sucked at the fresh blood on his thumb and nodded. His sister wrapped the popcorn garland around the tree as well. He hugged her tight and said it was beautiful.