"Does it look kind of crooked to you?" A voice asked.
"Is it supposed to be like that?" Another voice chimed.
"I think if we don't stare at it too long, it won't look half as bad." The last suggestion came off more as a question as we tilted our heads and squinted our eyes at the deformed Christmas tree.
A bell went off in my head as the gears clicked together. "Turn off the lights! Quick!"
A few seconds later the lights were off and the only thing that lit up the living room was the makeshift twinkling lights of the tree.
Instantly multiple heads leaned back at the sight of the bright tree.
After hauling the tree inside the cabin, the boys tried to make it stand. The only lights we could find were tacky red, greens and blue lights in the attic. It was currently 1:38 AM, Christmas mo
