Part 41 (1/2)

Now, was that fair? It wasn't like the women didn't work the same number of hours as the men. When did it become an unwritten rule that the guys did nothing while the women brought in the holiday eats and organized the party?

Maybe the Holly Herald needed a strike, too.

”You just missed the reporter,” Laura informed Glen as he wrestled the Christmas tree through the door.

His eyes shot to the mess in the living room. That was supposed to have been gone and he was going to have the tree set up and looking good. ”Aw, c.r.a.p,” he muttered.

”What took you so long, anyway? What happened?”

”What didn't? I lost Tyler in the trees. Then Amy had to go potty. Then...” Someone was being a very poor sport here. He pointed a finger at his wife. ”Hey, what are you laughing about?”

Laura sobered. ”Sorry, nothing.”

”You know, you never have to go to the tree lot alone. I go with you. It wasn't exactly playing fair making me do it all by myself.”

”I had to stay here in case the reporters came,” Laura said.

Glen looked at her suspiciously. Was she jerking his chain?

”Okay, so you want me to help you with the tree?” she offered.

He stuck out his chin. ”No, I can handle it without any help. Piece of cake. Right, kids?”

”Right, Daddy,” Amy chirped.

”Well, okay then, let's get going,” he said, rubbing his hands together. He went to the entertainment center and put on a Christmas CD.

”I'll just sit here and watch,” Laura said, sauntering over to the couch. Translation: And give you a bad time.

”Oh, no you won't,” Glen said.

She shrugged. ”Fine. I'll go start dinner.”

”Don't bother. We got Monster Meals at Burger Land.”

She nodded sagely. ”That would take some time.”

”Why don't you go watch a chick flick or something,” Glen said irritably.

”I think I'll go over to Joy's.”

”Good idea.” He didn't need any witnesses.

She left him alone with the tree, the ornaments, and the kids and suddenly he wished he hadn't told her to go. Don't be stupid, he told himself. You can handle this.

But he soon felt like he was in a chick flick as he wrestled with the tree and tried to keep an eye on the kids at the same time. He didn't even have the thing secure in the tree stand before Amy was trying to put on ornaments.

”Not yet, baby girl,” he grunted, wobbling the trunk into place. ”We've got to put the lights on first.” Maybe Laura was right. They should get one of those fake trees that came with the lights already on. He gave this one another tweak. It wiggled and he suddenly heard a gasp from Amy and a soft plop that sounded like an ornament falling on the carpet. Great. All he needed was to break a bunch of Laura's good ornaments. ”Amy, wait,” he commanded.

”It's okay, Daddy. It didn't break. Tyler, look out. Tyler, no.”

Glen heard a crunch. Looking from under the branches, he saw that Tyler had crushed something on his way to the ornament box. ”You guys, stay out of those.”

”Tyler, Daddy said no.”

This was followed by a wail of protest and the stamping of feet.

Glen gave the tree one final adjustment, then scooted out. ”Okay, you two. You have to wait till I get the lights on. If you don't wait, you can't help. Got it?”

Tyler stopped his stamping and they both looked at him. Amy nodded solemnly.

Okay, that was settled. He opened the carton with the Christmas lights and pulled out a string. Lifting it carefully, he went to a back branch and set it in place. Then he started, very carefully, winding it around the tree. All right. Lookin' good. Laura made such a big deal out of this, but it wasn't that hard. He was almost to the back of the tree again when he felt a tug on the light string like someone had found an end and was playing tug-of-war. What the heck?

”Tyler,” Amy scolded. ”Daddy, Tyler's caught in the lights. Tyler!”

Glen looked around the tree just in time to see his son with his foot in the string of lights, stumbling backward. Now both feet were caught. The light string went taut and the tree began to tip right along with Tyler.

There went the tree, there went his kid. Which to grab? Glen opted for the tree, figuring Tyler's fall would be a lot less painful if he didn't have a six-foot Douglas fir on top of him.

Tyler landed with a yelp, managing to push Amy backward in the process. She landed in the box of ornaments, creating a chorus of crunches.

s.h.i.+t. Glen leapt from around the tree, hauled up Tyler, then pulled a crying Amy out of the box.

”He pushed me,” she sobbed.

”He didn't mean to,” Glen said. He lifted the tissue padding and peered into the box. The whole top layer of ornaments was a flattened mess of shattered pieces. Thank G.o.d Laura was out of the house. Glen picked up the box and took it to the kitchen, the kids trailing behind him.

”What are you doing, Daddy?” asked Amy.

”Destroying the evidence,” Glen muttered. ”We're just going to get rid of these broken pieces,” he told her, ”so n.o.body gets hurt.” He shook out the broken shards into the garbage, then went back into the living room, the kids skipping along behind. He set down the now half-full box and pointed to the couch. ”Okay, you two. You sit there until I tell you that you can move. Got it?”

”But we want to help,” Amy protested.

”You can. As soon as the lights are up.”

Glen went back to the tree and raced around it with the remaining tree lights. This was always a time-consuming production when Laura was involved. She liked the lights strung just so, so that they had a nice balance of color all around the tree. Well, this year Glen was more concerned with keeping the tree itself balanced and off the kids. He plugged in the lights and stepped back to survey his work. Not bad, actually.

”Okay, guys. Time for the ornaments. Now you can get up.”

The kids were off the couch and to the tree in about one second, and digging through the box, sending tissue paper everywhere.

Glen had a vision of more broken decorations. ”Take it easy. We've got lots of time.” He pulled an ornament out of the box, put a hook on it, and handed it to Tyler. ”Okay, big guy. Put that up.”

”I'm hanging up my special ornament,” Amy announced, putting up a Disney princess.

”Good job,” Glen said, and felt himself relax. Okay, they were going to make it through this just fine now.