Over the years someone I know has become very set in his ways.  As we erected the Christmas tree in front of Charlie’s favorite window, he looked rather concerned.

In the past, we simply move his green chair to the other side of the room.

And each year he adjusts.  However.  This year he was not having it.

He seemed to contemplate the dilemma for a while.

Before he decided that he’d just plop himself right underneath the tree.

“Merry Freakin’ Christmas!”